The following day, campus buzzed with its usual morning energy, but Logan Hayes wasn't his usual self.Logan could feel the stares, the whispers following him like shadows, and it made his chest feel tight.
The article was everywhere now, and no matter how hard he tried to look calm, he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. What bothered him most wasn't the gossip—it was Harper.
The image of her tear-filled eyes from that night wouldn't leave his mind. He didn't know how she was feeling and that disturbed the most.
His stride lacked the careless confidence students were used to; his shoulders were stiff, his jaw tight, his gaze cast down as if the polished staircase he descended was the only thing anchoring him to the ground. Anyone paying close attention could tell something was off.
Hazel was.
