“ Class dismissed..”
The bell goes off five minutes after I dismissed my class early. It's the start of a new week, a new class, fresh faces and a new beginning.
I sigh, shutting my office door behind me.
Some distance from work and a weekend with my mom has me feeling like myself once more.
I sit behind my desk, picking up on where I left off with my plan for the week.
Soon, I lose myself in grading tests and setting questions for the midterms when I hear a knock on my door.
I stand, it must be one of my new students. I open the door.
The smile drops from my face when I am met with the familiar cornflower blue eyes I've been trying to escape for the past few weeks.
“ You switched classes, Professor Thatcher.”
My heart jostles behind my chest. I expected some form of confrontation
