Maya convinces me to go to the cafeteria, to get coffee and food I won't eat. But really, I think she just wants to get me away from Ashley, from the ICU, from the suffocating weight of not knowing.
"Walk me through it," she says once we're seated at a corner table. "What doesn't add up?"
I pull out my phone, opening the photos I took of Zeke's message timestamps before I put his phone back. "Look at this. November tenth, Ashley says he was at her place for dinner. She has a text from him at seven forty-three saying he'd bring food."
"Okay."
"But I have a text from him at seven forty-five that same night asking if I wanted to FaceTime. We talked for an hour. I saw him, Maya. He was in his apartment, alone."
She frowns, studying the screenshots. "Maybe he cancelled on her?"
"Then why
