"She thrived on chaos."
Riley's reassurance had helped Silver sleep better than she had in weeks, but morning brought the familiar anxiety rushing back. She'd woken up still clutching Eli's letter, the paper wrinkled from being gripped too tightly during restless sleep. The breakthrough she'd felt last night seemed fragile in daylight, like it might dissolve if she thought about it too directly.
By lunch, she needed food and distraction in equal measure. The dining hall seemed like a safe choice, neutral territory where she could blend into the usual chaos of students grabbing quick meals between classes.
She should have known better.
Americus was humming when Silver walked into Yale Commons. That was never a good sign.
