Thursday, May 11
Corrie slept badly that night. She was inclined to blame the fact that she hadn’t been able to get out for her run the morning before, but she knew it was just as likely to be stress in not knowing who was dead. All her friends were okay, but she was friendly with a lot of people on campus. What if it was one of the girls she chatted with in her art class? Or someone she just smiled at when she walked back and forth to her classes?
If it was a stranger, that would almost be worse. If she was a student, Corrie would feel bad for not getting to know her before she died. If she wasn’t someone who belonged on campus, then that would be very scary in a completely different way. What would she have been doing there?
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