"Have you heard the rumors?"

I don’t respond.

"Jay?" Alex’s tone holds annoyance.

I look at our group as I sit on the hood of my car. My mind is still stuck on Layla. I spent most of last night obsessively drawing images of her from different times I’ve seen her on campus. I’ve scoured my memory from watching her home, and I drew her standing at the window of her bedroom, her hands raised as she grips either side of her bedroom curtains, ready ...