Juniper POV
I woke up to heavy silence that felt like it was waiting to bite me. My dorm room was still a mess from yesterday—the takeout container on the desk, I kept meaning to throw it away, the black bag from Tristan crumpled on the chair. The jersey lay folded on the end of my bed.
My phone buzzed on the pillow beside me. I grabbed it without thinking, and the screen lit up with notifications—dozens of them. Group chats. i********: tags.
A link from Maya that just said CALL ME NOW. My stomach dropped before I even opened it. The campus gossip blog, Campus Pulse, had posted something overnight. The headline glared at me in bold: From Nolan’s Shadow to Tristan’s Rebound: The Unstable Stalker Who Switched Twins.
I sat up so fast my head spun. The article was brutal, anonymous “sourc
