CHAPTER 48
Mid February
Kennedy was glad this was her last semester. Even at a school like Harvard, professors were known to be lenient when grading the spring-semester seniors. She’d made her way through her last twelve credits in a mental haze that no amount of counseling sessions or anti-depressants could change. Finally, she told her therapist and her doctor and her parents that there was no reason for them to keep trying to make her happy. It wasn’t like her brain was misfiring, telling her to act sad when life was perfectly fine.
She had every reason to mourn.
She refused to let anyone take that away from her.
It was mid-afternoon, and she trudged her way back toward her dorm where she would spend the evening munching on dry Cheerios, staring at her uncompleted syllabi and count
