I packed my schedule so tight I barely had time to think. I taught in the morning, worked on the project in the afternoon, and ran along the coastline at night. As long as I kept moving, I was too tired to dream about Rowan.
My students were kind to me.
During breaks, someone would always stop by my desk and ask, "Prof. Miller, why do you always wear a mask?"
I would answer half-jokingly, half-honestly, "Because I'm not exactly beauty queen material."
A red-haired girl would immediately wrinkle her nose. "Who said that? Give me a name. I'll bring the whole class to debate their taste."
The whole classroom would break into laughter. I laughed with them, but I still never removed my mask.
My students often brought me cookies, chocolate, and hot cocoa. I couldn't eat them all, so I save
