Caleb didn't even wait for me to ask.
He found me before I could find Rhys – outside the English building, coffee in hand, that concerned expression he'd been perfecting since childhood. The one that made teachers trust him and parents love him and girls like me mistake control for care.
"Hey. Got a second?"
"Not really."
"It's important." He fell into step beside me. Casual. Unhurried. Like we were still the kind of friends who walked together. "I didn't want to say this over the phone. It felt like something you should hear in person."
"You already said it over the phone, Caleb."
"I said you should ask him. I didn't tell you what happened." He stopped walking. I stopped too – hating myself for it, for the way his gravity still worked on me even when I knew it was artificial. "Your
