The dorm room smelled faintly of lavender and sweat—half from the plug-in air freshener stuck stubbornly into the wall, and half from hours spent at practice under a late September sun. Four girls crammed into a double room, thin walls, barely any privacy, and yet somehow… it felt like no one else existed when Cat looked at Leah. It was late. Past midnight. The soft hum of a box fan droned in the corner, stirring the thic...