The graveyard was tiny, bordered by a low stone wall that would’ve crumbled away decades ago if the school landscapers hadn’t kept it up. At one end was a statue of a woman, her face too eroded to make out the features. A veil was draped over her head, and she clasped a bouquet of roses in her hand. Below her, a dozen ancient tombstones perched at odd angles. A single chestnut tree stood opposite the statue.

Lily remembered that tree from her tour. It looked old, but it wasn’t. It had been planted when the school was created in the 1950s. The original cemetery tree had been cut down for firewood during the Civil War. The Union soldiers who’d occupied the house, the student ambassador told them, had torched pretty much everything they could find. Trees. Furniture. The clothes and books and kids’ toys the Siward family had left behind when they were forced to evacuate. It was a miracle the Northern army had left the house standing at all.

Lily stepped over the low stone wall and lowered herself onto it unsteadily. Her legs ached from the climb. One of the dorm cats climbed onto the wall beside her and rested its head in her lap. Lily petted it absently and squinted to read the old tombstones. One had a tiny drawing carved above the indistinguishable letters. It might’ve been a bird or an angel. Had the grave belonged to a child?

A low chuckle from behind the tree almost made Lily scream again.

“What’s the matter, Lily Boiten?” Austin’s head popped out from behind the trunk. He slunk around and settled onto the stone wall next to Lily, stretching out to rest his feet on the tombstone with the carved drawing.

“You like it up here too?” Austin’s eyes were red and glassy in the moonlight. “Usually we have the place to ourselves.”

We? Lily looked back more carefully toward the tree. Sitting on the wall right next to it was Austin’s kid sister, Felicia. In the darkness, Lily hadn’t even noticed her.

Felicia was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and had dark circles under her eyes. Austin was still in his rumpled black tuxedo jacket over a black shirt, a loose purple bow tie dangling around his open collar.

The cat scowled and jumped off the wall when Austin sat down, leaving the three of them alone.

Lily gave Felicia a little halfhearted wave. Felicia didn’t wave back. Her eyes were fixed on Lily’s face. Lily tried not to find that creepy.

“What’d you come up here for, Lily Boiten?” Austin reached into his pocket, but when he pulled his hand out it was empty. “Sorry, I’m all out.”

“I don’t want any of your stuff, Austin,” Lily said.