“I’ll take a rain check.” She turned to leave and felt him grip her bicep, turning her back around again to face him. “What’s going on with you?” Salem looked at him, puzzled. “You’ve been off the last few days,” he stated, daring her to defy his observation. “You’re not meeting with the girls in the block these days, you don’t go to the library, you’re distracted in class, and this is not the first morning I’ve seen you leave campus this early. You look dead on your feet. So, what the hell is going on with you?”
