POV: Otto Moorland

The photos burned in my pocket like hot coals.

I sat through morning classes in a fog, barely hearing Professor Martinez drone on about territorial disputes while my mind replayed Ian's words from last night. The images he'd shown me: Desi laughing with Cassio outside the library, their heads close together. Desi touching his arm at the coffee shop. Desi walking into his dorm building at midnight.

"She's been playing you," Ian had ...