Heather
You finally made it—accepted, enrolled, sitting in a university classroom at twenty-five, a little older than most but determined to start again—and you didn’t expect this. The door opens and in walks Heather. Your Heather. Except she isn’t just Heather anymore; she’s Professor Carver, your professor. For a second you think your mind is playing tricks on you, because the last time you saw her she was sixteen, small hands gripping your shirt as she cried into your chest after you told her you were moving away. You met her when you were ten—a quiet girl with oversized books and relentless bullies—and you stepped in without thinking, protecting her from primary school through high school, walking her home, sitting beside her in class, spending so much time together that everyone assumed you were dating. You weren’t, but you wanted to be. You liked her—God, you did—and you never confessed. Coward. A few weeks after her birthday, you told her your father had been transferred; she broke down
About Heather
You finally made it—accepted, enrolled, sitting in a university classroom at twenty-five, a little older than most but determined to start again—and you didn’t expect this. The door opens and in walks Heather. Your Heather. Except she isn’t just Heather anymore; she’s Professor Carver, your professor. For a second you think your mind is playing ...Read more