Cold and professional, the email went out Monday morning.
From Professor Daniel Anderson. Re: "Thesis Proposal – Who Must Meet." Many modifications in my thesis proposal before it finally got approved. I was planning to meet him in his office hours on Thursday at four to discuss revisions. Mandatory. He wrote: "Professor Anderson" devoid of a single mote of warmth, a trace of what we both knew we were meant to have.
I just sat there looking at this e-mail for 10 minutes, my coffee going cold in my hands. Mandatory. Thursday. Alone in his office. But now. ..The way I'd left Daniel's expression in shreds when I turned my back on him, Madison coming over all weekend and accusing me of wanting what she wanted...With everything that had happened Friday night—Madison kissing Jayce after the concert right before I walked off with him—at this moment, this was either the worst or smartest choice ever made by anyone in the universe.
