Poppy
I checked my phone anxiously as I stepped out of my car. Zach said he’d take care of things, but if he had he was leaving me in the dark. Then, the director of the program, Lewis Clybourne, had emailed me this morning asking me to meet before class. I’d texted Zach, hoping he had some insight as to what was going on, but I hadn’t heard back. Was it possible Dr. Clybourne had found out about me and Zach? But how? We’d been discreet, as far as I knew.
Briefly I wondered if someone could have overheard us in Zach’s office the other day, when things had turned heated. I bit my nail, a bad habit I’d mostly kicked but that still came out when I was particularly nervous. Suddenly this whole situation seemed like a huge mistake.
My heart pounded as I approached Clybourne’s door. When he
