out, the fabric stiff where the mud had dried in patches.
As I unfolded the heavy cotton, my fingers brushed against something stiff in the front pouch pocket. It was a jagged scrap of white paper, torn from a spiral notebook, with dark brown smears drying across its surface.
I flattened it on the tray table, my thumb tracing the rough edges. Three hand-written names stared back at me in Lily’s neat, slanted print: Ethan, Brandon, and Tyler.
I turned the scrap over to see if anything else was written on the back, but the reverse side was blank. I reached into my pocket and took out my parking receipt, checking the digits I had scribbled down in the dark at one in the morning.Browsing Mens Outfits
The serial number of the campus security camera, Model TS-four hundred, serial number eight-eight-four-two-one, was written in my own block print
