The suspect

As the afternoon sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the campus, Eve was engrossed in making notes in her dorm. She was determined to focus, but her mind kept wandering back to her encounter with Fiona and the unsettling realization that followed. 

Eve heard a soft knock at her door. She opened it to find Emily standing there, a warm smile on her face and a covered dish in her hands. The delicious aroma of the dish wafted into the room, making Eve's stomach grumble.

"Hey, Eve!" Emily greeted cheerfully. "I thought you might be hungry. My mom made lasagna, and I brought some for you."

Eve smiled, her earlier anxiety momentarily forgotten. "You're a lifesaver, Emily. Come on in." Emily stepped inside, and Eve closed the door behind her.