I'm a mess of anxiety. I feel like the worst friend in the world for letting Cass go off with Harry when I knew something was wrong. Now I have to break the news to her that her boyfriend may be some kind of dangerous cult fanatic.
I called Cass and invited her to breakfast as soon as the sun was up. She was tired but seemed relieved to hear from me. I was too worried to wait around for Bea to wake up. Karl had assured me that things would be fine there until I got back. I'm relieved that he's responding through our connection again. I've grown reliant on his constant presence, and I hadn't even noticed it until it was gone.
I'm sitting at a table in the cafe just off campus and sipping a coffee. The heat is nice on my chilled skin. It's freezing out this early in the morning. I'm tapp
