I roll over and flop my arm out to find I’m alone. I crack one eye, searching the room for Hamilton; he’s nowhere to be found. I raise myself on two elbows, quirking my ear to listen for sounds in the bathroom. Nothing. I grab my phone from the charger. It’s 9:30 a.m. Where could he be? Maybe Liberty is awake.

I tie my hair in a messy ponytail, pull on a t-shirt and sleep shorts, and make me way out into the common area. I find Memphis and Liberty; still no ...