When I open the door to the dorm, Brek is curled up on the couch, passed out. I quietly closed the door and tiptoe past the living room to our bedroom. I place my bookbag on the desk and throw myself down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Luckily, being in a haze all day on the first day of classes wasn’t too detrimental, but this is not how I wanted to start my second semester. After the police stopped us in the stairway yesterday to tell us about Harry, I don’t think either one of us actually slept last night.
Brek had a hard time leaving the dormroom at all because he knew he was going to face Able in his first astrology class. When we met up for lunch this afternoon, Brek told me how horrible Able looked, but he didn’t dare approach him. Luckily for Brek, I knew his day was almost
