"Oh, absolutely f*****g not," I breathe.
"What was that?" Linda asks sweetly.
"Noth– I... oh f**k," I whisper, my binder clattering to the floor in a heap.
The breath is already kicked out of my chest. I struggle to squat, knees squeezed together because my skirt refuses to forgive me, and hastily close the splayed pages. I keep my eyes glued to the carpet, praying that when I look up two of the four people will have vanished.
They haven’t.
My gaze snaps to his. He’s still there. Real. Inexplicably, terrifyingly real.
At least he looks as dumbfounded as I feel.
Both Professor Harlan and I gawk at Linda for an explanation. The poor woman looks lost.
Harlan clears his throat. "Well. I’ll take her résumé, but I don’t think it’s necessary I stay for this."
Meekly, Cora speaks without
