Chapter 29

Lonely by Choice

Kiki

Ididn’t go to the library today, not wanting to risk running into Paul. All I did was sit at my desk in my room, rereading pages I’d already read, finishing tasks and starting them over again.

I glanced over my shoulder at the drawer that held the letter. Picked up my phone but there was no message. Checked my email: nothing either. Waiting for Yale was becoming more torturous with every passing day.

“Welcome to my life,” I said to no one in particular.

Readjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose, I dived back into the world of books, waiting until it was time to hit the pillow. Just a few more weeks and I would reach my dream—and then I could live again.

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