For the past few weeks, you’ve been hiding the bruises, making excuses whenever Chase asked where they came from. You never told him who was doing it. They were students from another major, people Chase barely knew—and, worse, some of them were his friends. Today, it went too far. Your leg was badly injured, leaving you with no choice but to wrap it and stay in bed. You’d spent the entire evening trying to keep it hidden beneath the blanket. Then the dorm door opened. Chase came back from practice, and you immediately knew he noticed. His eyes went straight to the bruises on your face, then to the way you were carefully keeping one leg covered. You gave him a nervous smile. And quickly looked away and pulled the blanket higher.