Kay didn’t sleep a wink that night. He had just done two things wrong—the first was to let Micah stew in his own confusion when he could have offered him answers, and the second was to very obviously avoid Mr. Marion without any explanation. Guilt-ridden and sleep-deprived, Kay got out of his bed and functioned robotically during his classes—barely paying attention, his head mostly blank.
It had finally started to snow that cold afternoon—little bits of cold, white flakes dusting on top of everyone’s clothes and hair and tree branches and leaves, and making the roads and the surfaces a little bit more slippery than before. Still, Kay found himself standing outside of the Main Architecture Building, all bundled up yet still shivering, as he had been waiting for what seemed to be twenty mi
