Chapter Five
I go to class the same way, trying to pretend nothing is wrong. And it’s not that hard, because I’ve gone numb. The worn wood of the desks doesn’t register beneath my hands. The chatter of other students around me can’t make its way through thick cotton.
Calculating projective spaces in my Algebraic Topology class doesn’t hold my attention. I write down random numbers, draw random lines and spheres. My mind is filled with nothingness, as bleak and oppressive as the Tanglewood sky. Don’t come back, Damon told me, but it feels like I’m already there. In mind if not in body.
I don’t have an advisory session scheduled with Dr. Stanhope today, but I have to pass by his office after class. Usually I’d head to the commons for lunch, maybe meet up with Avery for a cup of coffee aft
