CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELISA
Ten days have passed since the disastrous meeting in my therapist’s office. I haven’t heard a word from Luke. To be ghosted in such a dramatic way after the promising start we shared tears into my insides like angry teeth.
I feel angry. Angry enough to power my way through the final presentations my students submitted to the learning management system. It’s more fun than a final exam, for them and for me. The administration has never fussed, so PowerPoints it is.
I click on the next submission. A mediocre paper about fixing potholes has transformed into a boring presentation with a few pictures of gaping asphalt wounds in a little-used parking lot. The pictures have come from the internet, not from town, but at least the kid cited them correctly… usually.
I add a
