Samuel had just finished recording his observations.
He turned and saw Dorothy standing there, head bowed, sobbing quietly.
"What is wrong?" Samuel frowned.
The moment Dorothy opened her mouth, tears spilled over and streamed down her face.
She kept her head down, shoulders shaking as she bit her lip, making a show of trying to hold herself together.
"Samuel... we should stop talking. I am so afraid."
Samuel rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
A flicker of impatience crossed his face.
He did not push her to explain. He just stood there, watching her in silence, and handed her a tissue every now and then.
When her crying had slowed to quiet sniffles, she brought it up herself and told him what had happened on the campus gossip page.
"I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I have
