Lydia POVThe moment I stepped out of the car, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass mixed with old brick buildings and roasted coffee drifted through the air.Universities had a smell.Not a perfume.Not something bottled.Just… possibility.Students hurried across the courtyard carrying laptops that looked far too expensive for people who claimed to be broke. A few sat beneath enormous trees rehearsing presentations, while others occupied every available bench, laughing loudly over conversations that probably felt life-changing in the moment.I smiled to myself.Some things never changed.There was always someone running because they were late.Always someone pretending to study while actually gossiping.Always a couple arguing quietly outside the library.Always someone convinced they were about to fail an exam they’d probably ace.It was strangely comforting.A young woman wearing a university volunteer badge hurried toward me.“Ms. Lydia?”I nodded.“Welcome. We’ve been expecti
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