‘Samara?’ Freddy’s cool voice calls behind me and I whip back. My hair slaps against him and he makes a short sound and draws back, covering his eyes—which, considering it, were previously covered by his dreads. Today, he twined them with a gold-ish material, like vines.
‘Sorry.’
Weirdly, we stand outside the three-story Fairchild building. Weird because Freddy’s a medical student and the medical buildings are from where I came from, closest to his dorm. The only practical reason he could be here… ‘Samara, is it true?’
‘No hi, no hello?’
I pass him and push aside the double doors to the Fairchild building, modern and sleek, with glass that shows how glacial and detached the furniture is. A woman sits on a stiff grey cushion stool and scrolls on her phone.
‘None.’ Freddy tails me unt
