CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Riley opened the door to her dorm room, a small light was blinking in the darkness. The answering machine was signaling a new message.
Who could that be? she wondered.
For a fleeting moment she imagined it might be Ryan calling her from his car …
“Hey, Riley, we forgot to talk about getting together later this week …”
Of course she knew it wouldn’t be him—and it was just as well. She certainly didn’t want a repeat of the awkward outing they’d just had. No, they hadn’t hit it off, and that was that. She didn’t even feel sad about it.
She stepped quietly into the room, thinking that Trudy must already be asleep.
But Trudy wasn’t in her bed.
Riley felt a twinge of alarm. Going to the library had been a big deal for Trudy. Surely she hadn’t gone out anywhere tonig
