Chapter 29
Week 9, Instructor Calendar, April 1898
Concordia had just finished grading themes in her office when David Bradley tapped on her door. “Am I interrupting?” He hovered uncertainly in the doorway, which meant that his compact, muscular build took up most of it.
Concordia smiled. “Not at all. Come in.”
He pulled a chair from the corner of the room and put it in front of her desk. “You said you wanted to talk, and we never got the chance after Miss Hamilton returned with Eli,” he said. “I’ll be busy with laboratory exams all week. Can we talk now?”
Although his posture appeared casual and relaxed, she could see the tension in his jaw. His usual dimpled smile was fleeting.
Concordia hesitated. She had been postponing this long enough. Best to get it over with.
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