When we get back to his house, my laundry is stacked in white boxes, waiting to be picked up.
"They even folded everything," I say, looking into one of the boxes. "I should go say thank you to whoever did this. That was a lot of work." I look in another box. "Dominic! They ironed my sheets!"
He laughs at me. "Yeah. I know. I grew up here, remember? My sheets were always ironed."
We bring the boxes to the car, then drive back to campus. We see Harper as we're carrying the boxes to my room.
"Jessica, I just heard about the break-in. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
She follows us down the hall to my room. "Do you need help with anything? I was just going back over to Sean's, but I can call and tell him I'm staying here."
"No. Go ahead. I can handle it."
"Okay, but if you're too freaked out to stay i……
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