The next two weeks settled into an uneasy kind of normalcy that felt almost suspicious. Classes had intensified as finals approached, and I threw myself into them with a kind of desperate focus. Late nights in the library, caffeine-fueled study sessions with Sofia, and the occasional group project that made me question why I ever chose law in the first place. It was exhausting, but it kept my mind occupied. The drama with Damien, Lila, Alex, and Marcus felt distant when I was buried under case law and practice exams.
Damien and I were still keeping boundaries, but they had softened around the edges. We texted almost every day, nothing heavy, just small check-ins. He’d send a voice note asking about my day or a photo of a terrible pancake attempt with the caption “Still practicing for when
