~~Mira~~
I didn’t cry.
Not when the door slammed.
Not when his words echoed in my chest like glass breaking.
Not even when I sat back down at my desk and stared blankly at my screen for like an hour.
But I wanted to.
Instead, I opened a new email a typed:
Subject: Request for Department Reassignment.
Good afternoon, director Mallory, I would like to formally request a transfer to another division within the program. A less direct role, if possible.
Reasons: Personal.
Thank you for your understanding.
Mira Caldwell
I read it five times. Deleted it. Rewrote it. And I sent it.
The reply came faster than expected
Forwarded to Evan Draven for procession. The final decision remains with the leadership.
I messaged professor Lane. But he gave me “Mira you’re not part of our studen
