As I walked onto campus, the sudden call made my skin crawl.
In the next moment, I saw the brother and sister walking to school, and the younger brother greeted me politely, “Good morning, Miss Green.”
It wasn’t Eason.
I took a deep breath. “You, you guys, good morning.”
The whole day, except for teaching my classes, I was distracted.
While serving coffee to the Dean, I even accidentally burned her hand.
The usually stern Dean, who had somehow heard about my troubles, surprised me by not expressing any displeasure. Instead, she comforted me, saying, “Young girl, there’s nothing you can’t overcome. If you’re not feeling well, take a couple of days off to rest and adjust your emotions.”
Take a couple of days off?
My eyelid twitched. “No, no, Principal, I’m fine. I don’t want personal issues to affect my work. I’m okay.”
After two years on the job, it was the first time I saw genuine approval in the principal’s eyes.
As school let out, I was at the door, organizing students to line up and leave.
Just as most had gone, I looked up and saw Eason among the parents picking up their kids.
My heart skipped a beat. The moment I’d dreaded had finally come.