Davina's POV
I sat before the computer screen, my hands trembling slightly. Chase stood behind me in his usual silent support, the way he always positioned himself when I truly needed him there.
The silence in the room felt suffocating, as if the very air was waiting alongside me. I drew in one shaky breath, then another, before entering the university website into the search field. My fingers quivered as I navigated to the admissions results page.
I scrolled down carefully, my gaze scanning the endless roster of names. The world seemed hazy around me—not from poor vision, but from the thunderous beating of my heart drowning out everything else.
Suddenly, Chase moved closer, his eyes going wide. "Davina, there!" he whisper-yelled, his finger jabbing at the monitor.
I went completely still. My pulse stuttered. And there it sat. My name—Davina Hughes—printed clearly in bold letters under Business and Management.
