I didn't answer her right away.
Because the honest answer was that I hadn't let myself think that far ahead, hadn't let myself sit with the actual mechanics of a project that was, at its core, going to require documentation. Sources. Verification. The exact things Wallace had spent the entire semester hammering into us, over and over, in increasingly specific language, like he'd somehow sensed there was a group in his class trying to skate by on vibes alone.
"I don't know," I said finally. "I've been avoiding thinking about it."
Harlow didn't push further, She just watched me, patient and worried in equal measure, and let the silence do the work her question already had.
I pulled up the syllabus that night after she'd gone to bed, scrolling back through it for what felt like the hundr
