Rory
Thornebridge without students turned out to be the kind of quiet that has weight to it, and I discovered exactly how much weight three days into break when I ran into Jarvis Sterling in an empty dining hall at midnight, buying chips from a vending machine like a man who also had absolutely nowhere else he was supposed to be.
"You," I said, standing frozen in the doorway. "Why are you here."
"I could ask you the same thing." He didn't look remotely surprised to see me, which meant he'd probably already clocked my presence on campus days ago and just hadn't mentioned it. "Home's complicated this year. Figured I'd rather be bored here than miserable there."
"That's ominous and you're not going to elaborate, are you."
"Not tonight." He held up the vending machine chips like a peace o
