I wallow in Eva’s dorm room for the next few days.

She’d been an actual saint when I’d shown up at her door, a mess and crying like I’d just gotten broken up with, and ushered me in while tucking me into her small twin bed while I babbled on about everything to her.

I couldn’t hold back while I spilled everything—confessing every morsel of information I’d been withholding from her over the past few weeks because I didn’t want her to ...