Chapter 10. A Helping Hand

Aurora’s POV

As soon as I rush out of the classroom, weaving through the chattering students crowding the hallway, I hear my name being called from behind. The voice is familiar, a little breathless, but firm. I turn my head and see Caroline jogging toward me, her bag slung over one shoulder, a notebook clutched in her hands. Her long ponytail bounces with each step, and there’s a determined look in her eyes, like she won’t take no for an answer.

Before I can even ask what’s going on, she extends the notebook toward me. “Here,” she says, her breath still evening out from the short jog. “This has all my notes. Go through it carefully, okay? The test next week isn’t going to be easy.”

I stare at the notebook, my brows furrowing. “Wait—what? Why are you giving this to me? You’ll need it too.” I hesitate before taking it, my fingers hovering over the worn edges of the pages. I know how meticulous Caroline is about her notes—every single detail is always in place