Adelle almost flipped out of the car the moment it screeched to a halt—like a contestant in Fast and the Furious: Midterms Edition. She didn't even bother checking if Ava was behind her. Statistically speaking, there was a 99.99% chance Ava Summers would materialize the moment Adelle did something even slightly imperfect.
Pregnant, Miss Perfect, and spiritually summoned by chaos itself—Ava was basically a boss-level entity at this point. Survival came first.
The campus was eerily quiet at this ungodly hour. No students. No chatter. Just Adelle tiptoeing through what felt suspiciously like Hogwarts before sunrise, minus the magic and plus impending academic doom.
Thankfully, the guards recognized Ava's car. And because Adelle was basically glued to her like an unpaid intern-slash-emotional-support-minion, they waved the van in without so much as a blink.
