Something is wrong.
I felt it in my blood before the hour passed and students began to trickle out of the buildings and into the quad. I stood up from where
I sat around the fountain, searching overheads for Josie but she didn’t show.
Sweat began to build on my hairline from the Louisiana sun, drenching my t-shirt and hindering my breath. Five minutes passed before I walked toward the writing center to find India sitting at her desk.
“Where is Josie?” I asked.
She snatched an earbud from her ear. “She left about fifteen minutes ago.”
I dug my phone out of my pocket and called her. It went straight to voicemail. “She isn’t answering.”
India gave me a strange look. “She probably went to the cafeteria or ran into someone—,”
“No,” I barked. “She was supposed to meet me at the fountain
