The night air was crispy. It carried too much weight for Celeste lungs to hold. Celeste had barely slept. Her phone buzzed from time to time with emails from the Dean's office and a few reporters who somehow had her personal contact. She blocked each one and pressed her palm against her chest, trying to keep herself from falling apart.
It was quiet outside her dorm room. It was saved for the occasional sound of distant laughter or a car rolling past. Celeste sat on the floor, her back against the door, curled up in her own sweater.
A sudden soft knock came to her door.
At first, she didn't move. She figured it was the neighbor again with her usual midnight ramen offering. However. the knock came again. This time, it was low, deliberate, and familiar.
Her chest tightened.
She stood and peeked through the peephole. Her breath hitched.
Dominic.
