Victoria's POV
It was 8 p.m.
Still no sign of Susan.
I checked my phone for the hundredth time—nothing.
My stomach churned. My nerves were starting to fray.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Sitting around wasn't an option, so I grabbed my male disguise again—though, this time, I skipped the stupid boob-squashing wrap. Instead, I threw on a loose hoodie, some jeans, and tucked my hair into a beanie.
I needed air. I needed to do something.
So I decided to head across the street to Walmart—pick up some groceries, check around for Susan, and hopefully, calm my damn nerves.
But the moment I stepped outside my room, a chill ran down my spine.
The hallway? Empty.
No murmuring voices. No late-night students hanging out or passing by. Not a single sound.
The front reception desk?
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