Betty’s POV. 

After the routine checkup, the dorm was finally quiet. I sat on my bed, rubbing my eyes, still tired from the long night.

When I looked up, I noticed Megan sitting across from me, wide awake and really staring at me like she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Her fingers twisted the edge of her blanket, and she kept glancing my way, then looking down again. The silence between us stretched until it started to annoy me.

“Megan,” I said, my voice ...