The walk back to the dorm was quiet, the snow crunching beneath my boots as the chill settled into my bones. I repeated Mr. Farrow’s words in my head, the weight of what he and Elias were asking pressing heavier with each step. It wasn’t just a favor—they were asking me to face him again, to relive every horrible moment I’d spent trying to bury.
When I finally reached the dorm, the warm air inside hit me like a wall, but it did little to thaw the ice in my chest. Maya’s side of the room was dim, her curtains drawn, but I could make out her figure curled up on her bed, headphones on, and a textbook in front of her. She didn’t look up when I walked in, and for that, I was grateful.
I set my bag down and kicked off my boots, the sound of them landing on the floor louder than I intended. Maya glanced up, her green eyes briefly meeting mine.
“Hey,” she said, pulling out one earbud. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I lied, shrugging off my coat. “Just tired.”