Chapter 4

I woke up clutching the empty Starbucks cup like it was a lifeline. The latte was long gone, but the note from SunChaser remained on my nightstand, its edges slightly curled. Who was this mysterious person? The question had haunted me through a night of fitful sleep.

My phone buzzed with another campus notification—probably more people sharing the video of my meltdown. I ignored it, dragging myself to the shower instead. The hot water couldn't wash away my humiliation, but at least it gave me enough energy to face another day.

An hour later, I found myself standing outside the…