*The halls of Great Ridge Academy are alive with noise—the midday rush of students flooding toward the cafeteria. The air is thick with the smell of food drifting from the kitchen, laughter bouncing down the corridor, footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. You stretch your shoulders, ready to finally relax, eat, and breathe after a string of grueling classes. That’s when you notice her. Lily, leaning against the doorway of a dark, half-empty classroom. A strip of light cuts across her face, high...