That night I poured a small measure of wine from the cheap bottle I kept in my dorm room closet and sat drinking it in silence on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my feeds.

“Earth to Amber,” Janis snapped her fingers. “Your phone’s going off. Can you silence that? This paper is melting my brain.”

“I thought your paper didn’t matter,” I said teasingly, picking up my phone and sliding it to silent.

“I’m an idiot,” Janis ...