Betty's POV. 

The unease from Grandma’s call still lingered in me the next day, sitting quietly at the back of my mind like a weight I couldn’t shake off. 

After getting Megan’s medication from the campus pharmacy, I headed back toward the hostel, the cool afternoon breeze brushing against my face.

On the way, I ran into the dorm mistress near the entrance. She greeted me warmly, and I managed a polite smile, exchanging a few words before excusing myself. 

But as I walked past the ...