She met me at the entrance and showed the attendant her student ID. Then I had to show him my license before I signed the guest sheet.A moment later, I’d been given a guest pass and was free to go.“Thanks for coming,” Lindsay said quietly, as we headed to her dorm room.“Of course,” I said.She smiled a little, but I could tell she was incredibly anxious.“How’s your friend doing?” I asked. Lindsay hadn’t told me much about what was going on, just that her roommate was in bad trouble and maybe I could help somehow.“Not good. Please be nice to her.”“Absolutely. Don’t worry, we’re going to figure this out.”“Thanks.”She opened the door to the room, and the girl I’d met the other night, Rachel, was sitting on the bed with her legs up, arms wrapped around her shins, chin on her knees.She looked like a kid. She also looked scared, and it was clear she’d been crying.“Hey,” I said. “I’m JB. From the other night, remember?”She looked at me. Then she looked at Lindsay.
