Chapter 6

When the door to the single dorm I had once lived in was pushed open by the RA. It was so clean inside it looked as if no one had ever lived there. The bed was completely bare, and not even a scrap of paper was left on the desk. Only on the windowsill sat a lonely old compass. That was what Miles had given me on my tenth birthday. He said that with this, Wren would never get lost again. Miles picked up the compass with a trembling hand. Underneath the compass was a yellowed sticky note. On...