Astrid
Tristan wasn't teaching on Monday or Tuesday. I had no idea where he was. I was worried about him.
Word had made it around campus that he was under investigation. I was only a little relieved that most of the conversations I had overheard were people in disbelief that Tristan would have actually done anything inappropriate with a student.
However, that wasn't much comfort when he was missing.
I was conflicted. He might just want some space from everything, but he also might need support. I didn't want him to think that he was on his own. I didn't want him to feel like he had to face it alone, especially when it was mainly my fault he was in this position.
I wasn't sure what, if anything, I could do to help. I wasn't even sure if he would want to hear from me at all.
As I
