GRACE POV
I spent the entire morning trying to get a hold of Professor Higgins, the head of the PhD committee.
Did I have any luck?
Of course not.
The man must’ve developed supernatural avoidance skills—or maybe he was just allergic to accountability. Either way, my tenth email bounced back unanswered, and the department’s secretary gave me that tight, polite answer that really meant “stop calling, sweetheart, you’re becoming everyone’s problem.”
By eleven, I was pacing in my parents’ kitchen, clutching my fifth cup of coffee and muttering to myself like an unhinged academic.
“Tomorrow,” I said out loud, staring at the steaming mug. “Tomorrow I will hunt him down. After his lesson. I’ll tackle him if I have to. Yes. Sounds like a great f*****g plan.”
I downed the rest of my coffee l
