POV: Isadora
Now, I looked forward to his classes so much. I counted down the days and hours just to see him again. He hadn't changed a bit, still as strict and intimidating as ever. I was the one who saw him differently now. When I looked at Professor Anderson, I saw Henry. I knew that behind that tough exterior was a kind, funny, charming man who was making my days a whole lot more fun.
He’d really taken the "text me whenever" thing to heart. It was common to get a text from him late at night and stay up talking until the crack of dawn. We barely talked during the day, obviously because he was working and, theoretically, so was "Anne."
I had to flesh out her backstory as we got closer. Besides saying she worked in marketing, I made up that she’d just moved to Boston from a small town,
