Chapter 46. Emergency Session

Wyatt’s POV

I finish the Ethics midterm with nine minutes to spare.

Question four is a case about a trustee who stops reporting to his beneficiary. I almost laugh out loud in the middle of the exam hall. I write three pages. I cite page forty-one. I think about Tessa sitting on my couch with a pink highlighter, saying that’s a good answer, can you show me where in the case it says that, and I show them where.

When I walk out of the building at 3:51, she’s sitting on a bench in the cold with a thermos in both hands, staring at nothing.

She looks up. Her face is strange. Pale, and very still.

“How did it go?” she asks.

“I think I got a B.” I sit down next to her. “Maybe a B-minus. Professor Kingsley might faint.” I nudge her. “Hey. You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

She looks at me for a long moment, like she’s trying to decide something.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Just cold.”

Her heart says she isn’t. But I promised her