LandonMs. Jones, my International Business professor, is talking, but I’m not hearing a word of it. She’s been chattering for thirty minutes, and all I’ve registered is something about two black cats. Amid my brooding, I noticed a slide of the cats on the large screen at the front of the room, and it was odd enough to grab me for a second. But then the black felines were replaced by a vision of Amy in my mind, and I didn’t care enough to focus back up front. So, I suppose I’ll never know how those creatures play a part in the business world.
The first several days of classes have been s**t. I’ve been useless—going through the motions without being truly present. I’m distracted and confused. I can’t shake her.
All I see is her.
I can almost feel her long auburn hair, so soft and thick. I
