'Did he not sleep at all last night? Is that why he smoked so much?'
'Was it because of me?'
Phoebe Faulkner shook her head. 'How could that be possible?'
In the end, Phoebe quietly swept all the cigarette butts into the trash can.
The class advisor sent a notice in the school's group chat: roll call would be at nine in the morning sharp. The bus ride from the villa to the university took nearly an hour. Phoebe Faulkner made breakfast and waited at home until eight, but there was still no sign of Jace Lennox.
Seeing that she was about to be late, Phoebe had no choice but to stick a note on the refrigerator, shoulder her backpack, and hurry to school.
When Phoebe arrived at the classroom, it was already almost nine. By then, nearly all of her classmates were present.
She had just run up to the classroom door and hadn't even stepped inside when she heard voices from within discussing her.
