It had been two whole weeks since Harper — or anyone — had seen Logan Hayes.
At first, it was just a rumor — "He's skipping classes," "He got suspended," "He left campus." But as the days passed, whispers turned into full-blown theories. No one had answers. The gossip pages had grown quieter without his name dominating every headline.
To Harper, it felt strange — emptier.
Not that she'd admit it out loud, of course. Every time Tyla brought him up, Harper would shrug it off, pretending she didn't care. Pretending that his absence hadn't left a void she couldn't explain.
Now, two weeks later, she and Tyla sat at one of the courtyard café tables, the afternoon sun brushing against their faces. Students moved about, laughter echoing, life going on as usual — except Harper couldn't focus on any of it.
Her thumb lazily scrolled through her phone, eyes unfocused. Across from her, Tyla was doing the same, legs crossed, sipping her iced latte.
