AXEL’S POV

I don’t know what pushed me to do it. Maybe it was the way she barely spoke to anyone all morning. Maybe it was the image of her leaning on her desk, massaging her temples like she was fighting a war inside her skull. Or maybe it was just the fact that no matter how I tried to bury it, I still cared too much.

Either way, I found myself walking down the hallway toward her office during lunch break, a food pack in my hand. She didn’t ask me to get it. She didn’t even know I ...