*Jane*

I managed to keep myself together again once I left that elevator and called an Uber to take me back to the dorm. But the second I put my key in the lock, I break down again. It takes me an embarrassingly long time to get the door open and I try to yank it open in frustration, but someone inside the room does it for me.

Rachel opens up, her face twisted in concern. “Jane?”

“I’m sorry,” I say, wiping my eyes and ...