Samuel stood holding an umbrella, waiting for me at the library entrance.
Rain was pouring down hard. He held the umbrella loosely in one hand.
His calm, dignified presence drew countless glances from people passing by, whether they meant to look or not.
When he saw me walking out, a faint softness touched his usually unreadable eyes.
"There is something I need to explain to you."
Samuel let out a quiet breath. "Sandra, Dorothy is just a junior student in our program. That data problem would have pulled down the whole group's grade. I was not helping her alone... that is all there was to it."
I looked straight into his eyes, searching for that familiar warmth I used to see there.
But it was gone.
"Sandra! I am so sorry!"
Dorothy's voice suddenly rang out from behind Samuel.
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