Chapter Thirty-One
I wake up in the middle of the night, back in my room in the Emerald. On the far corner I can see my desk made of textbooks and a chopping block. A poster for Smith College chess club on the wall.
For a moment I’m not sure why I woke up. Maybe because I know this will be my last night here. No more walking through manicured bushes and stately old buildings. No more small talk with trust fund babies. I came here for the mathematics, but more than that, I came here to escape. I still don’t know where I belong, but I no longer need to run.
A shift in the air makes me hold my breath. I’m not alone in here. It’s such a small room, the door locked. There’s no way someone made it inside, especially without me noticing.
“Ramsey problems,” comes a low and familiar voice.
My
