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She goes back to her desk, and I head to my room feeling lighter than I have in days.

Maybe everything is fine. Maybe she really is just stressed about finals. Maybe I'm overthinking everything.

I'm about to get ready for bed when my phone buzzes.

It's an email notification.

From the university housing office.

Re: Spring Semester Housing Application

My stomach drops.

I stare at the email. It's not addressed to me—it's addressed to Sutton. But we share an iCloud family account for the shared calendar, and sometimes our emails get mixed up in the notifications.

Spring semester housing application.

Sutton applied for housing.

She's moving out.

And she didn't tell me.

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