The second day of the seminar started early and bright. Everyone gathered in the big hall, dressed sharply, holding notebooks, and bottles of cold water rested on the table. I, too, was not under-dressed or less excited despite the cold that existed between me and Dr. Aldrich.
The guy chose to ghost me that time around. He had not spoken to me after watching me leave his room the other night. His reaction spoke volumes; he chose war instead of peace because that is exactly what his son was willing to give as long as he continued to anger him. He chose chaos over peace and my love, and I was not ready to go through more s**t.
The air buzzed with thrill as I found my seat in the front line, a space that was reserved for all the residents. I fixed my pink, knee-length dress before sitting d
