I’m just opening my mouth to tell him I’ve been suspended, that he should reach out to Teddy or Oliver, when he says: “Colin’s been missing over a month. Didn’t show up for Thanksgiving break—that’s when his mother sounded the alarm. But when I started talking to his professors, most couldn’t remember him at all. The only one who kept an attendance sheet had taken his last date of attendance on Friday, November eighth.”

This makes my ears perk up. It’s only a few days before Jay was hit.

“And…” He pauses. “His parents say he’s a member of Kappa Phi Omicron.”

“He’s not,” I tell him, focusing my attention back on the apple. I’ve pored over that list of names, those doughy faces and preppy haircuts, so many times I would have recognized him immediately.

“I know.”

I sigh and flip to the end of the documents. Paper-clipped to the last page is a photo. The edges are folded and lined—taken out of a frame. A happy family smiles back at me. The father’s arm is thrown haphazardly around the son. The mother ducks under the son’s shoulder, her hands lightly on his waist. I cringe at their blue jeans and matching white shirts, at the premeditation of what’s supposed to look like a spontaneous moment. But aside from the sheepish, somewhat self-conscious grin, the boy’s dressed as he was told. He looks nice. Shy.

I shake my head.

I know why Ben thinks I might be interested. Physically, perhaps, he resembles Jay. White male, late teens to early twenties, with dirty blond to brown hair. Medium build, and I’d say five ten or eleven based on the height relationship between him and his parents—but so are half the other male students on campus. The date he went missing is suspicious. So is the parents thinking he was a member of Kappa Phi Omicron. But they’re mistaken.

“I don’t know,” I say.

Ben cups the phone in his hand, and there’s a murmur of voices from the other end. “Look,” he says, “I’ve got to run, but the parents are coming in today. I thought you might want to hear what they have to say.”

I stare at the scattered sheets across the kitchen table, the call logs, the fraternity head shots, and then the small family photograph.