Chapter 13

• Olivia Fernandes
• As I walked slowly and pensively across the campus, savoring the calm and beautiful night, I could still smell Dante on my skin. It was as if he was present in every inch of me, and the thought made my face burn. I felt like I was living in one of those dramatic novels I used to read late into the night—except this time, I was the main character in a confusing and unsettling story. Though not entirely in a bad way.
• I felt shaken to my core, as if I were a prisoner to Dante in the room I’d built inside my mind—a place where I stored the intimate, haunting memories of him. With every step, I replayed each moment of that night. How had I gotten to this point? What now? The image of Lucas flashed through my mind, only deepening the confusion I was already drowning in.