"The Gothic towers felt like home this time."
The conversation with her father had left Silver feeling steadier than she'd been in months, but the weight of practical reality still pressed against her chest as she sat in the Georgia train station, waiting for the northbound departure that would carry her back to New Haven and whatever remained of her Yale existence. James had driven her to the station in his pickup truck, the radio playing soft country music that filled the comfortable silence between them, both of them understanding that words weren't necessary when the important things had already been said.
