Douglas’ POV

I watched as Sharon walked up the steps to her dormitory, her posture stiff, shoulders squared with that unmistakable resolve. The car idled beneath me, its engine humming softly in the early evening quiet. She didn’t turn back, not once, and a twist of worry tightened in my chest. She had been putting herself in danger, chasing down sponsorship deals like her life depended on it. While it was admirable, it was also ...