Chapter 3I arrived back on campus ten minutes early for my office hours, thinking about Liam and kissing him. I smiled as I unlocked my office door and stepped inside the small warm room, turning on the lights.
Luckily, nobody was waiting outside my door, or in the lecture room down the hall. I dropped my briefcase on my desk and checked in with the English Department’s secretary, Donna, a woman in her mid-forties who was overqualified for the job of answering phones and providing administrative support to the program chairman.
Donna was a hard worker, more so than the secretary whom the department had hired last year, someone who penciled in her own schedule and showed up to work three times out of the five. Her employment was short-lived, and she was fired—thank goodness—to most of the
