Lola’s POV

After class, Morgan caught up with me outside the main building. He walked beside me without saying much at first, his hands tucked into his pockets.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly.

I looked at him, unsure. “Where?”

He didn’t answer, just smiled a little. “You’ll see.”

I followed him anyway. We walked for a while, leaving the campus behind.

The path curved into a line of trees. The sound of students faded until only the rustle of leaves and the crunch of our ...