Sharon’s POV
When I got back to my dorm room, the walls seemed to close in on me, the air thick with questions I wasn't ready to answer. Tina's eyes widened when she saw me, her brows furrowing with concern as she glanced at my disheveled state.
"What the heck happened to you? And why are you dressed like that?" Tina asked, her voice laced with amused curiosity, but I couldn't bring myself to explain. Not yet.
I shook my head, avoiding her gaze. "Not now, Tina," I muttered, brushing past her. The words came out more curtly than I intended, but I was too drained to soften them. I needed space, needed to think. I took a quick shower, put on my night clothes, and climbed into my bed, pulling the covers up over me like a shield. I could feel Tina's eyes following me, but she didn't push further. She knew me well enough to recognize when I needed time to myself.