Chapter 107

• Chapter 107
• Campus looked soft under the late sun. Laughter drifted across the courtyard. A boy juggled apples near the fountain. A girl filmed him with a pink phone. It all felt almost normal. Almost.
• Selena walked beside Amara, coffee in one hand, notes in the other. She kept her smile small. She kept her eyes moving. She saw the things most people missed—the same black sedan parked on different streets at different hours, the man with a newspaper that never turned a page, the quick click of a radio hidden under a jacket. Statues. Always there. Never close. Close enough.