“Something like that.” Matt’s mention of a tragedy brought the memory of Robin Finch dangling helplessly from a statue back into vivid focus. I let out a heavy breath, tugging a hand through my hair. “Okay, I have to tell you what just happened, though.”
Matt perched his chin on his knuckles. “You already have gossip? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”
“No, it’s—” I swallowed.
Robin Finch had looked so helpless, hanging like an abandoned doll. The thought still filled me with a prickling heat—that there was someone, maybe multiple someones, wandering this campus who were willing and able to assault another student and leave them in a dangerous, painful position.
Torturing them.
I did my best to explain, though there was so much I didn’t grasp about the situation, and Matt—understandably—gaped at me.
“What the fuck, dude.”
“It was awful. I keep thinking about how long he must’ve been up there, and what would’ve happened if I hadn’t found him.” I really needed to talk to my brother about this, even if things were weird with us right now. He was always so good at helping me understand myself. Luckily, Delia’s weekly pottery class still met at the same time so I knew I’d get him alone.
I propped my phone up on the bench I’d commandeered so that I could run my hands down my face. Out of the corner of my eye was the same statue, thankfully now devoid of a person. “You should’ve seen his face, Matt. I’ve never seen anyone look like that before.”
Matt was chewing his lip, eyebrows pursed as he processed the information I’d been sitting with all night. “So this is a hate crime situation?”
“It seems like it could be, but he said he didn’t want to go to campus police about it. He did offer to meet up again to talk on Friday, though, and I have his number now, so.” I shrugged awkwardly. “Maybe he just needs someone to talk to.”
And it wasn’t like I had many people to talk to around here either.
Matt was quiet for a long moment, a conversation’s worth of unspoken things hanging in the silence. “That’s really cool of you, you know? Making sure he’s okay.”
It was a kinder sentiment than I deserved, but something in his tone sounded off. “Thanks. I learned that from you, the way you always took care of me.”
“Well. At least I’m good for something.” His jaw worked for a minute. “Nice to see that you’re making new friends out there.”
My throat closed. “Matt, I—”
“I, um, actually have to go, but I’ll text you later.” He barely waited for me to nod before he ended the call.
Leaving me sitting on the bench, muscles locked from our conversation as well as a prickle of insistent protectiveness for Robin Finch.
I still hadn’t heard from him since he promised he’d text and then darted into his dorm without a single look back. The way he’d trembled so badly in my arms, I wasn’t convinced he’d be able to walk back on his own ...
Before I could overthink it, I tapped out a quick text, asking if he still wanted to get together for coffee.
To my surprise, the response was immediate, almost frantic.
Robin:OMG HIIIIIII
Robin:yes yes love to but I can only do the evening so maybe not coffee??? Cuz coffee keeps you up and we need our beauty sleep
Robin:not you but some of us uggos
Robin:should we do dinner instead??
Robin:is dinner too early in our relationship? Not that we have a relationship, you know what I mean though
Robin:was the dinner thing weird? We don’t have to do dinner, I don’t even eat
Robin:I don’t know why I said that
I’d never seen anyone text that fast in my life.
I responded:it’s all good, what if we drank tea?
