*Roanne’s POV*

The scent of food mingled with a hint of fresh air from the trees as we huddled in the corner of the university cafeteria, a safe haven carved out among the crowd. We were having lunch, and I felt nervous for what I wanted to tell her. My hands trembled slightly, betraying my nerves as I leaned closer to her.

"Michael asked me to move into a place he owns," I whispered, eyeing the caution that immediately veiled Lizzie's features. "It's more spacious, ...