Tapping my foot on the linoleum floor impatiently, I peer around the room, listening to the click of other keyboards and the music coming from the computer of the kid who forgot to bring headphones. An idea dawns on me, and I quickly go to the web version of Instagram, searching for one person in particular as soon as I remember her name.

Iris Wen.

I have yet to meet the girl herself, and I don’t even know what she looks like, but it seems like a good place to start. Her feed is a collection of homemade baking, digital art, a fluffy white dog, and a slew of photos from parties, awfully reminiscent of the ones hanging in my room. Her latest post is one of her art pieces, a picture of two faces spliced together to make one, a jagged line in the middle. The eyes of both girls—one brunet, one blond—are full of emotion, though I’m unable to discern whether it’s sadness or anger. The caption simply says The End of an Era.

It doesn’t take much scrolling to get back to the middle of January—the night it all happened. After looking through her profile, I can easily tell which one is Iris in the group photos she posted from the party; her hair is cut into a sleek, black bob, and round frames perch on her nose as she lifts up a red Solo cup as if to propose a toast.

The lighting of the pictures is dim, and it’s hard to make out much besides the girls in the foreground, but it feels odd to swipe through them knowing I was there and that they were taken during the last few hours before I lost myself completely. When I get to the last slide, a wide shot of the living room, I stiffen, breath catching. There’s no denying it’s the room I’ve been seeing in my flashbacks.

Zooming in doesn’t bring any more clarity; the people in the photo don’t look familiar beyond being nameless faces I pass by in the hallway. Unwilling to give up yet, I type Pender Falls accident into the Google search bar, and check out the results. One by one, I read through the headlines that range from workplace mishaps to deadly car crashes until I see something that piques my interest.

Teen hospitalized after nearly fatal allergic reaction

I click on the article that was posted six months ago. There’s a photo attached of a brunet boy smiling brightly.

Jacob Griffin, 17, a student at Pender Falls High, was sent to the hospital on Wednesday afternoon after going into anaphylactic shock at school. Griffin is described as being extremely cautious because of his severe allergy to peanuts, and his mother believes his food was tampered with. His EpiPen, which he reportedly never leaves home without, was nowhere to be found at the time—