Logan didn't wait for her explanation.
He walked away, leaving Harper standing in the middle of the basketball court, her heart splitting open in ways she couldn't name. She tried to call after him, but her throat locked. Her chest ached, and by the time he disappeared from view, she could barely breathe.
Back in her dorm room, Harper lay sprawled across her bed, hair tied in a messy bun that leaned more toward disaster than style. Her pajamas were wrinkled, her blanket tangled around her legs. She didn't bother fixing any of it. She just stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the world had tilted against her.
The door creaked open.
"Special delivery," Tyla sang, stepping in with a tub of ice cream raised like a trophy. She shut the door with her hip and plopped down beside Harper on the bed.
