Chapter 3
People milled everywhere and midday heat baked Emerson where she stood with Fiona and Paisley outside Richmond Hall. The cars had been emptied, all the boxes and bags and laundry baskets of stuff hauled up to the dorm. Fiona’s bed had been made up with bright new bedding, the curtains had been hung, the drawers had been lined, and Fi was officially kicking them out.
“Seriously, I want to unpack myself.”
Emerson thought of the mountain of stuff in the floor of room 317. “Are you sure you don’t want help?”
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of it.”
Emerson hoped that meant she really would put things away instead of living in chaos. The room wasn’t that big, and she was having to share it. “But what about Lacey?”
“We’ll both be unpacking. It’ll be a bonding experience.” She mad
