[92 Days Left to Live]
The rain had started just after midnight.
Fine mist at first, barely audible over the quiet of the streets, but by morning it had turned to a steady downpour. It drummed softly against the windows of Camellia Hall, a dull rhythm that matched Levy's sluggish pace as she sat at her desk, absently turning a pen between her fingers. Her planner lay open but untouched. A blank page stared back at her.
The dorm was unusually quiet. Mira was still asleep, buried under her comforter like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Dana had gone to her early literature class, and Celeste was nowhere to be seen—probably off doing extra credit work or attending a breakfast seminar with the Business Society.
