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Brianna hadn't heard from Malvin all morning.
No texts. No knock on her door. No quiet appearance at the back of the lecture hall like usual.
She tried not to spiral.
But silence from him felt different now - heavier. Loaded.
By mid-afternoon, she found herself pacing the campus, raincoat on, heart tapping out a rhythm of uncertainty.
When her