(Clara)
Something had changed.
I noticed it the second Professor Hart walked into the anatomy lab that morning.
It was not because he looked different.
He still looked exactly the same; tall, composed, intimidating in a way that made people immediately straighten when he entered a room. His white coat sat perfectly over broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled just enough to expose strong forearms that definitely distracted at least half the female population in this class.
He didn’t look at me anymore. Not like he ever looked at me.
“Good morning,” he said calmly as he placed a stack of files on the front desk.
The class greeted him back.
His eyes swept across the room once before settling on the projector screen instead.
His gaze was professional and detached, like I was just another
