Eleonore’s POV

My phone was buzzing in my pocket, I had a killer headache, my eyes were crusty, and I decided that I would not be having another brownie for the duration of my college life, no matter what was in them.

The ceiling was unfamiliar, the throw blanket on top of me was wooly, foreign. I’d admit that for a moment, with how crappy I was feeling, I thought I was in a hospital wait room and had just woken up after passing out.

But no, it ...