I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down.

Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, ‘Wuthering Heights,’ and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake…

Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I’d succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.

My stomach flopped and I rested the ...