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sting of tears.
    ‘You look like you’re gonna puke,’ Tony said.
    ‘You,’ I whispered.
    ‘Me . . . ?’ he said.
    I threw myself at Tony, hugging him. I couldn’t seem to grasp his stocky frame hard enough. He patted me on my back a couple of times.
    ‘Hello, Crazy . . .’ he said.
    I squeezed him one more time. He was here. He was alive.
    I pulled away from him. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said.
    ‘Easily the weirdest hello I’ve ever had,’ he said.
    He paused, his face falling serious for one moment. ‘So I have amnesia and forgot we know one another, right?’ Tony said. ‘Have we met?’
    ‘No. No we don’t know one another. I mean, not yet. I’m Lenah,’ I replied awkwardly.
    ‘Oh!’ Tony said. Recognition passed over his face, which startled me. He pointed at me with the hand holding the papers. ‘You’re the new girl.’
    ‘New girl?’
    ‘My friend said the new exchange student was gonna be living with her. I’ll help you with your stuff,’ he said, and he seemed to be relieved to be busy. ‘Wow, this is
heavy.’
    I spun. What was heavy?
    A red trunk sat near my feet. It hadn’t been there before. I wondered how many more ‘red’ things might show up.
    ‘So you’re Tony,’ I said.
    ‘Why am I not surprised you know my name, mystery girl?’ he asked.
    Tony handed his drawings to me and lifted my trunk.
    ‘These are really good,’ I said. I had expected to see portraits, which is what he used to paint. These though were depictions of the night sky in all kinds of mediums: acrylic,
pastel, watercolours. They showed incredible constellations: Ursa Major, Cassiopeia and Pegasus. That was my favourite. He had depicted the sky in dark blue, and thick white brush marks were picked
out the constellation of the horse. ‘I love these,’ I said, adding, ‘You’re talented.’
    ‘Oh, go on,’ he said, feigning modesty.
    Tony pointed out all of the places I had to go to get my Wickham paperwork completed. Of course this meant we eventually had to stop at Hopper building to get my room key. As we approached the
familiar building, I purposefully did not look to the great stone tower where, in a different life, Tony had met his death. I kept my eyes on him instead and at the sun shining down on his
face.
    ‘So . . . do you always hug and jump on people when you meet them for the first time?’ he asked.
    I laughed. ‘Just you, I think,’ I said as I opened the door.
    Amazed at the sight of our reflection, I kept my eyes on the glass door. Tony and I walked inside.

C HAPTER 3
    Tony had left my trunk near the union entrance so I could get an incredibly delicious mocha latte. Once I got my keys and welcome packet, we headed outside. While I sipped on
my drink, I pretended to read an official Wickham Residence Hall orientation sheet. Really, I was making up questions I already knew the answer to so I could keep looking at Tony.
    We approached a bulletin board erected next to the path near the union; on it were two posters. Each had a photo of a missing student. One was Justin’s. It was his student photo so he wore
a nicer dress shirt, a blue button-down, but in the poster it was muted grey. Justin’s handsome face was the same – the slim nose and pouting mouth – but in that picture I saw his
love of life, his positive outlook, and his need to live at the fastest speed possible.
    ‘That’s Jackie Simms,’ Tony said, nodding to the second missing-student photo. He placed my trunk on the ground and wiped some sweat from his forehead. ‘She went missing
in March.’ No doubt her disappearance was connected to Justin. Tony’s eyes lingered a moment too long on Justin’s poster.
    ‘And?’ I gestured to Justin’s picture just to see what would happen.
    ‘He was my friend,’ he said with a short clip to his words. ‘Been gone two years. This will be the third.’
    Tony’s voice filled with silence and I regretted asking him about Justin.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, and we