Chapter 3

I made it halfway across the quad before my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Three missed calls from housing. One text from my roommate that just said maintenance showed up, you need to come now.

I stopped under the nearest streetlight and called her back. She picked up on the first ring, voice tight.

“There’s a pipe. Or something. Water everywhere. They’re saying the whole floor has to clear out until they fix it. Overnight bags only. They’re putting people in temporary rooms but there’s a waitlist and it’s already full.”

I closed my eyes. “How long?”

“They don’t know. Couple nights at least. Maybe more. I’m...