Debbie's Pov
Monday mornings on campus had a way of reminding everyone that the weekend was over.
Students were rushing from one lecture hall to another, lecturers walked around with stacks of files tucked under their arms and the coffee shop had a queue so long that I almost gave up.
Almost.
I still bought Professor Sullivan his usual black latte.
Okay...
Maybe I had made it part of my routine.
I walked into the department building balancing my coffee in one hand and my laptop bag in the other.
After unlocking the office, I opened the windows, switched on the air conditioner and began arranging the files I had sorted over the weekend.
The office no longer felt strange.
It was beginning to feel... familiar.
Not home.
Definitely not home.
But somewhere I belonged.
A few minute
