On Jordan’s way back to the subway, his phone buzzes with a text. It’s Ellie.
Where r u?
For a second, he considers ignoring it. His mind is racing about Fillan House—about Hannah. But then he answers.
Inwood—for work
u leading a patient field trip to the cloisters?
He frowns. idk cloisters?
didn’t you take Art Humanities? it’s the museum that looks like a medieval monastery—unicorn tapestries & shit
Jordan stops in his tracks. He turns back to stare at Fillan House. One giant stone monstrosity of a group home plus one medieval museum…
In the eyes of an imaginative and damaged girl, maybe it adds up to one grand, imposing castle.
A baron’s ancestral home.
“Holy shit,” he says.
hello? Ellie texts.
Jordan stands there on the sidewalk, his body buzzing with electric energy. Oh, Hannah, he thinks. It’s starting to make sense to me now.
hello? Ellie texts again. are we still having dinner 2nite?
hello hello hello?