Sometimes sarcasm was safer than silence.
The sleepless night Silver had spent processing her confession to Americus—I'm worried too—had left her with the particular exhaustion that came from emotional honesty rather than physical exertion. She'd hoped to avoid any complicated encounters for at least another day, time to sort through the mess of feelings that Carroway's calculated attention had stirred up alongside her lingering confusion about Eli's protective concern and subsequent retreat.
But Yale's campus didn't exactly design its academic spaces for strategic social avoidance, especially in the aftermath of a nor'easter that had disrupted normal patterns and forced creative solutions to everyday logistics.
