“Rucker? Can I talk to you?”
Rucker had given his last class of the year at the lecture hall completely demotivated and stressed out. It was the first time that I had seen him since that famous night at the pub, that is to say for almost two weeks.
“I don’t have much time, Scarlett.”
His gaze was elusive. Everything about him was fleeing from me.
“What’s going on, Rucker? I tried to reach you several times. You don’t answer any of my emails, my calls, why?”
He put his notes in his satchel and looked up.
“Scarlett, seeing us communicating isn’t a good idea.”
“And why?”
“Why? Because of what’s going on. We cannot pretend nothing has happened. Minah is dead.”
“You mean it’s better that you don’t see me anymore? Because as far as I’m concerned, I have no obligation. I see w
