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A black SUV.

Sleek. Tinted windows. Parked three rows over, engine idling.

My stomach dropped.

It’s nothing. It’s just a car.

But my hands were already shaking as I locked my door.

I forced myself to walk toward the building, my steps measured and deliberate, like I hadn’t noticed the vehicle at all.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

I looked back.

The SUV was still there, unmoving.

My pulse kicked up, hammering against my ribs.

You’re being ridiculous. There are a hundred reasons someone would be sitting in their car on a college campus.

But none of those reasons explained why my skin felt like it was crawling.

I pushed through the glass doors of the student services building and exhaled shakily, my breath fogging the air-conditioned space.

Get it together, Truth.

The financial aid office was on the second floor. I took the stairs instead of the elevator—something about being trapped in a small metal box at that moment felt unbearable.

When I reached the office, I was greeted by a student worker who looked barely old enough to vote.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“I need to update my payment status,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m switching to cash pay for the semester.”

She nodded and pulled up my account. “Okay, let me just—oh, you’re Truth Renois?”

“Yes.”

“You were on a payment plan last year, right? Before you had to withdraw?”

“Right.”

She clicked through a few screens. “Okay, so you’ll need to fill out this form to officially switch to cash pay.”

Blood money, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.

But I shoved it down.

I wasn’t going to feel guilty for using their money to build my own life.

I filled out the form, wrote the check, and handed both over.

“Perfect,” the student worker said. “You’re all set. Your books should be available for pickup at the campus bookstore.”

“Thank you.”

I left the office and headed back downstairs, my mind already shifting to the next task.