Lola’s POV

I couldn’t focus in class. No matter how hard I tried to stare at the board or follow the professor’s words, my mind kept drifting away.

The chalk scraped against the board, pages turned, even chairs creaked, but none of it reached me properly.

All I could think about was Morgan. It had been like this for days.

Every time I told myself to stop thinking about him, his face appeared even clearer in my mind. His eyes, his voice, the way he looked at me at the hospital before ...