Chapter 3

At some point, the air conditioning in the study had been set to the lowest temperature. Conor's fingers rested motionless on the mouse wheel. Each scroll felt like flipping through a photo album of death.

On the screen, Zain's awkward smile overlapped with Emmie's flawless profile, fitting together like an oddly-shaped puzzle piece that slotted perfectly into the cracks of his memory.

Zain was the boy who jumped from the rooftop late at night during his junior year and the roommate who locked himself away in a cheap apartment, spending his days clinging to a handful of blurry photos.

Conor…