"I thought the letters would make you understand. I wrote to you with all your favourite authors, poets, playwrights. Anything I could think of. I thought it would show you that I knew you, that I cared. But I was wrong, because you started seeing Will. I mean Will, really? One of my own students?" I whimpered as I looked at Chris Hande 's face as it morphed into anger, "I was so angry. It was like you were rubbing it in my face. You could have had anyone you wanted, but you chose him. You know when I was at Penn everyone said I was the one that would go the furthest. That's what they said about Will when he came to Penn. He was my competition in every way and you gave yourself to him" The anger was rolling over him in waves now. I could see it rippling through his body as his eyes darkene
