HAYDEN

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence.

No buzz from my phone on the nightstand. No new messages waiting. Just the quiet hum of the heater and the faint sounds of campus life drifting in from outside my window.

For a moment, I let myself lie there, staring at the ceiling. Twenty. The big one. The milestone everyone made a big deal about.

I had finally escaped my teen years, so it was a really big deal, except, apparently, not in my life.

I reached for my phone ...