Chapter Twenty
I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep—a problem that’s new to me—which is how I find myself sitting outside on mem stone a little after 3 am on Sunday morning. Campus crime statistics run through my head, and I wonder if I’m being stupid sitting out here. A minute or two after that thought, a security guard strolls past on Rugby Road, so I pull my blanket tighter around my shoulders and don’t bother going back inside.
I’m trying to come up with reasons why I love Damien, and it’s proving to be harder than I thought. Is it Damien I want, or the idea that with him I’ll be happy and secure? If it had been someone else with a kind, loving family who’d moved next door and been a good friend to me, would I be just as ‘in love’ with him as I think I am with Damien?
I try to imagine my
