© Christina Hadfield
SOPHOMORE YEAR
Tess loved biology. She was more than confident that she was in the correct field and she was more than glad that she decided to pursue research over medical school—which Kai would comment on rather frequently, particularly as they navigated the dread of organic chemistry together. Tess did, however, find that on top of simply loving biology, she also really liked to inspire others and share her love of biology with them. This became even more glaringly apparent when she accepted a TA position for one of the intro biology classes.
She had Kai to thank for that. They were in intro bio together, both semesters freshmen year, and they took the class cotaught by two very well-loved professors—Dr. Marlow and Dr. Kemper—who were truly just the most amazing women. Now Dr. Marlow’s and Dr. Kemper’s intro bio class was not the only one offered. In fact, the university offered five intro bio classes, each which sat nearly two-hundred students. Dr. Marlow and Dr. Kemper were different, however. They believed in teaching their massive lecture like a small, personal, and intimate class. They learned all their students’ names, participated in group activities, and hired undergraduate TA’s to help and promote learning. Both Tess and Kai found they adored their doting bio professors, and so when TA applications came out, Kai insisted they both apply.
And they both got accepted. It helped, probably, that they sat in the front of the room, always asking and answering questions. It helped, surely, that every morning before class they’d strike up conversations with the professors, and it helped, also, that they tracked their way to every office hour they could manage, not because they were struggling in the class, but because Dr. Marlow just had to know about the bird they saved the other day, and Dr. Kemper just had to know Tess just landed a research position despite only being a freshmen—which was another complex story all on its own.
So, by sophomore year, and by the time both Tess and Kai began working as intro bio TA’s, they already had a deeply personal relationship with both professors. They found though they had much more to learn at the weekly TA meetings, which became more like a fun friendly hang-out and less like a mandatory work meeting. The older TA’s were especially fun as well, having their own relationship with not just the professors, but the class as well, and so Tess soon felt as if she had gained a new and overly accepting family.
As with every semester, the year started off a bit slow, with introductions and syllabus days. But it was very evident that Dr. Morgan’s reputation had not lessened over the summer. The students in the intro bio class—Kai liked to call it baby bio—were more terrified of their chem lab than anything else in the world and expressed their concerns frequently to the TA’s. Kai gave them words of encouragement, the junior TA shuddered like he had PTSD, and the senior TA’s laughed, telling stories about Dr. Morgan as if they were ghost stories spilled around a campfire. Tess… was quick to change the subject.
Within the first month of their weekly TA meetings, Tess realized it was not just the students that despised Dr. Morgan. She trailed after Kai into the meeting room, Kai greeting the other TA’s with excitement, but Tess’s ears landed on the conversation flowing between Dr. Marlow and Dr. Kemper.
“I just think we should continue to have separate meetings,” Dr. Marlow stated. “Yes, she’s working bio-chem, but since the chem department fought so hard to take over all of bio-chem, I find it a bit distasteful that they’re now backtracking on their words and asking for our help… begging for it, really.”
“Don’t be absurd. She’d never beg,” Dr. Kemper retorted with a bit of a snort.
“What are you two talking about?” one of the senior TA’s questioned.
“We’re getting an extra weekly meeting,” Dr. Kemper explained. “We always have the bio department meeting, but now we’re being forced to also meet with the chem department to discuss bio-chem.”
“But didn’t they just push to overtake bio-chem like… my freshmen year?” the senior followed up.
“It’s because they can’t handle the biology,” Dr. Marlow muttered. “But god forbid Margaret listen to reason, or, oh no, be wrong.”
“Are you talking about Dr. Morgan?” the junior TA asked as he entered the conference room.
“Margaret…” Tess thought, the name bouncing around in her head.
“She’s insufferable!” Dr. Kemper huffed. She looked to Dr. Marlow almost sheepishly, then quickly coughed out, “I’m sorry, but she is! And you know she is! It’s impossible to get along with her. She won’t listen to reason. The word compromise isn’t even in her vocabulary.”
Kai, none so discreetly, elbowed Tess in the side. She leaned into Tess, whispering, “And you think she’s hot.”
Tess’s cheeks colored and she looked down at her lap. “It’s an observable fact,” she muttered.
“Wait, did you just say Dr. Morgan’s hot?” the one senior TA asked with much amusement.
“I can see it, actually,” the junior answered with a shrug. “I mean, if you could get past the fact that she’s the absolute worst human in existence. She wouldn’t even be able to take the compliment if you managed the guts to tell her. My friend once told her that her blazer was good looking—because it was—and she lectured him for nearly fifteen minutes about being a suck-up.”
“Well that doesn’t surprise me,” Dr. Kemper cut in. “We didn’t get a single productive thing done at our meeting last week because they told her they were moving her office to the biology building and she threw a massive hissy-fit.”
“She’s moving over here?” Tess questioned, trying to keep her voice level and uninterested.
“I heard they’re putting her in Dr. Flaine’s old office,” the one senior commented.
“Right,” Dr. Marlow confirmed. “They want her to take a more hands on approach with the biology department since she took over the position of department chair for bio-chem. They’re trying to grow the major.”
“I don’t know why she’s complaining so much,” Dr. Kemper added. “They’re giving her an entire lab from the bio building. That’s more than any of us bio professors have. We all have to share our labs.”
“Why can’t they just give her one of the labs in the chem building?” Kai questioned. “So what if she needs to work with the bio department? She doesn’t have to live over here.”
“It’s about grant money and what not, funding mumbo-jumbo,” Dr. Kemper muttered.
“Her attitude is just so terrible,” the junior stated. “I just don’t understand how she still has a job here since no one can stand her.”
“She’s… next level smart,” Dr. Marlow begrudgingly admitted. “Having her name on our faculty list boosts interest and she brings in unprecedented amounts of money for research. The board nearly self-imploded when she expressed interest in the bio-chem department. That’s the only reason they passed it over to chem, I’m sure.”
“She… can’t be that bad,” Tess finally stated. “Maybe a bit hard around the edges, maybe not the easiest to communicate with, but she… can’t be all bad.”
“Easy for you to say,” the one senior said, rolling her eyes. “I have to take a lab with her this semester… I already want to pull out all my hair, and I cry nearly every night over that blasted class. It’s entirely her fault too. It’s the way she stands, always judging you, and how she talks down to you like you’re nothing… makes you feel so worthless and like you’re such an idiot.”
“Oh, you know that’s not true at all,” Dr. Marlow quickly rectified. “You’re exceptionally smart and so brilliant.”
Tess folded her hands in her lap and pulled back into reflective thought, barely listening to the stream of compliments now flowing around the table. After a moment, she looked up and asked, “When is Dr. Morgan moving into the bio building?”
“She should be all settled by next week.”
Tess found Dr. Morgan’s new office with ease. It was on the direct opposite end of the hall from Dr. Kemper’s office, right next to her very own, massive lab, tucked back in the corner. Tess found the lab was always occupied, grad students flowing to and from, all overly stressed and carrying a tired demeanor with them. That corner of the floor was, at almost all times, entirely devoid of undergrads who cowered away from Dr. Morgan. But not Tess. She found herself nearly drawn to Dr. Morgan. She found the professor distant and mysterious, like a puzzle demanding to be solved, all brilliance and powerful all the same, traits that were extremely alluring to Tess.
Tess expected Dr. Morgan’s office door to be shut, but to her surprise, the door was cracked open about a foot. She glanced inside. Dr. Morgan’s desk was tucked off to the immediate left of the door—so no student could see her if they just glanced in through the window on her door. Straight out from the door the office went back, housing a decently sized couch and coffee table. There were plants back by the far window and the far wall contained a bookshelf stuffed full of textbooks. Near her desk there was a whiteboard hanging on the wall. The office was… brighter than her old space. The bio building was more recently renovated, the lights a sparkling white rather than the golden yellow of the aged lamps back in the chemistry building. And the plants… those were a new addition.
Tess glanced back to Dr. Morgan’s desk and saw the woman sitting there, furiously grading papers.
“A mutation in a somatic cell of an adult would be inherited by the offspring? What are you talking about? You’re a Ph.D. student, good god, didn’t you learn anything in undergrad!?” she snapped, furiously scribbling on the paper, muttering profanities under her breath.
From her angle, Tess could just barely make out what Dr. Morgan was grading. There were stacks of exams on the corner of her desk, one pile for the ones she was done grading—the top paper of the pile sporting a fat red sixty-five percent—and the other stack had yet to be marked up. It was a graduate level course, 5700, not that Tess knew the class at all, but she was well aware that Dr. Morgan only taught grad students whenever she could.
She seemed… stressed.
Graduate classes were typically much smaller than undergrad classes, nothing like the several hundred seats in intro undergrad courses. However, the exams she was grading were thick and appeared to be all short answer. And the stack of unmarked papers was much taller than the stack of those she had finished grading.
Slowly, Tess reached up and knocked gently against the open door.
Dr. Morgan jumped slightly at the sound, a scowl growing across her face. “I’m busy,” she stated, and then quickly added, “obviously. Shut the door on your way out.”
“Are you grading exams?” Tess questioned, ignoring the professor’s comments. She stepped forward slightly, pushing the door open a bit further, though she remained in the doorway.
“I would be if you weren’t bothering me,” Dr. Morgan answered.
“For a grad class?” Tess continued. “Looks like you’ve got a lot of work left there… would you like some help?”
For a split second, Dr. Morgan seemed entirely caught off guard. However, she recovered quickly. “There’s a reason I’m doing this on my own,” she huffed. “I can’t trust incompetent TA’s to grade when my own Ph.D. students barely have a single brain cell.”
“I could still help though,” Tess answered. “If you’ve got a key, how hard could it be to mark stuff?”
“Keys are for professors who don’t know what they’re teaching.”
“Alright—” Tess shrugged— “so you haven’t got a key. I could just follow along with the ones you’ve already graded, and if I have any questions, I promise I’ll ask.”
“I don’t want you asking,” Dr. Morgan stated bitterly. “I don’t teach undergrads for a reason. Explaining basic concepts is repetitive and dull.”
“Who says I don’t know the base information?”
“Are you a senior?”
“No.”
“Then get out of my office.”
Tess was completely unfazed by Dr. Morgan’s threat. Instead, she just reiterated her suggestion. “Are you sure you don’t want some help? You could take a little break while I get settled and—”
“Get out.”
Tess stared at Dr. Morgan, contemplating if it was worth it to push further or not. There was extreme contempt in the professor’s voice. She was tense, already irritated by other events throughout the day, surely. But behind the hard exterior, past the anger and bitterness, was a tiredness… a wore and weary soul that just seemed so lonely.
Tess nodded once then took a step back, pulling the office door shut behind her, but she wasn’t one to be deterred so easily.
Campus was divided into three major sections. On the one end of campus was the sciences. There was the science quad, surrounded by the biology, chemistry, and physics buildings. There were the lecture halls, housed into two buildings, which were the biggest rooms on campus. Across from the science quad was the math building, and beside it the computer science building. And not far from that was the engineering school.
The other side of campus housed the fine arts. There was the arts building, with painting, drawing, sculpting, and photography. The theatre department was there too, and the music department. That was also where the philosophy department was situated, along with the theologies and of course, literature.
The middle then, which linked the two sides, contained most of the dorms on campus, as well as the business school.
The university was an arts and science college, which meant every student had to take courses cross disciplinary. This was how Dr. Morgan managed a campus wide reputation, rather than just a science-side reputation.
The fine arts side of campus had its fair share of beloved professors, and none such as notorious as Dr. Morgan. Once such beloved, though highly criticized professor, was Dr. Greenwood. She was loved by most all her students because she was daring and fun, poetic and romantic, but also because she was just a bit queer—in both meanings of the word. She was well respected and came with high credentials, but well, there would always be one old white man in the English department that would scoff at her LGBTQ+ History and Literature course. But Dr. Greenwood, of course, did not let such a thing get her down, as it was high time such a course was taught.
“Queers, of course, have also been around since the beginning of humankind,” she would say, “and the community has influenced so many areas of our culture that you simply cannot have history without the gays.”
And although Dr. Greenwood only ever went about her working day with her happy-go-lucky demeanor, she actually found herself in a rather dark place ever since summer. Once out of college herself, many years ago, she fell in love with the girl of her dreams. They were perfect for each other, similar, yet opposite, and Dr. Greenwood found herself foolishly blinded by love—for nearly twenty-years—so that she never saw the problems that were brewing.
Then, just days after the last school year ended, her partner came home and declared, without poise, “It’s over,” and walked out immediately. Now, five months later, she stopped answering any of Dr. Greenwood’s calls.
It was lucky then, for Dr. Greenwood, that several years ago she managed to reconnect with a very amazing friend. And it was all thanks to that friend that she was able to pull herself together over summer and come back to the new school year even stronger, despite the gaping hole in her heart. She was determined that after a summer spending nearly every day with her friend, she wasn’t about to let them grow apart, not when she needed a constant in her life so badly.
Which was why Dr. Greenwood found herself over on the far less familiar science side of campus one Friday afternoon.
Dr. Morgan had just packed up the remainder of her colleague’s organic chemistry notes to bring over to her new office. She hoped to kickstart a new biochemical pharmacology class, which would have been easy to do in her own office, right next door to all the information she could possibly ever need. But no, they had bloody voted to stick her in the biology building! The place where annoying pre-med kids conjugated, where ecology students tracked in mud and bugs, and there was a lax on lab safety and proper procedure.
She hoisted up the box, grunting under the weight of the textbooks. At least the chem and bio buildings were close, otherwise it would be a whole new headache. She backed her way out of the building, noting from the position of the sun and the lack of students that it had to be after three P.M., and on a Friday, it meant there were little annoyances.
“Margaret!”
Well… a few annoyances then. She turned, entirely ignoring her name, and proceeded to stalk towards the biology building. If she got everything unloaded in just a few minutes, she would have nearly five hours of uninterrupted work—
“Blasted, Margaret, I said, wait up!”
Dr. Morgan slowed, realizing that it was Friday… Friday. The end of the week, which was promised to really, her one and only friend, though she wasn’t apt to admit she had any friends. It was Friday, their weekly ‘girls’ night,’ which usually consisted of movies, and pedicures, and gossip—which Dr. Morgan could hardly think without shuddering. If it were anyone else, she would have blown them off by now, but it was Dr. Greenwood… Dr. Greenwood who had just lost her partner of nearly two decades, and Dr. Greenwood who Dr. Morgan had, well, a history with.
“You didn’t say wait,” Dr. Morgan stated, turning only slightly to take in the sight of Dr. Greenwood hurrying towards her.
“What?” the other woman questioned, and she was panting. She must have run to reach Dr. Morgan, afraid the other woman would just disappear.
“You never said to wait, you simply called my name.”
“Well the wait was implied!” Dr. Greenwood scoffed.
“I’d hate to assume,” Dr. Morgan stated, then she turned and continued walking towards the biology building. Dr. Greenwood quickly stumbled after her. “What are you doing over here? It’s barely three and last I checked, our routine is to meet at your place promptly at seven.”
“Our department meeting was canceled,” Dr. Greenwood answered, “and since I had some free time, I thought I might spend it with my friend.”
A student passed them at that moment, noting a touch too late who he had just walked up on. He startled, quickly dipping away from the pair, and Dr. Morgan scowled.
“Must you be so friendly?” she nearly snapped. “I have a reputation to uphold around here.”
“Yes, your big, mean, and scary reputation, I know,” Dr. Greenwood replied, rolling her eyes. “We’d hate for your students to learn you actually care about them.”
“If you keep sprouting lies, I’m locking you out of my office.”
“Your office!” Dr. Greenwood gasped. “Oh, I just have to see your new office! You said you put up the plants I gave you, right?”
“It’s in the biology building,” Dr. Morgan huffed with distaste. “I figured I ought to fit in at least a little.”
Dr. Greenwood took the box from Dr. Morgan’s arms so she could open her office door, the English professor grunting against the weight, nearly falling over herself. Then, they went into the office, Dr. Morgan setting right to unpacking, while her friend walked around the office, admiring the space.
“You actually do have a bit of a taste for interior design,” Dr. Greenwood commented. “Of course, you haven’t a single picture up, not one of your lover, or you family, or, god forbid, your best friend.”
“That’s because I haven’t got any of that,” Dr. Morgan answered, and she immediately looked up with a smirk to watch Dr. Greenwood’s reaction.
“Oh, I know you haven’t got a—hey!” Dr. Greenwood snapped once she caught on. “I am too your best friend and I’ll have you know that if you ever let me take a picture of you, I’d have one framed and on my desk.”
“It’s unnecessary clutter.”
“It shows you have a heart.”
“I have no such thing.”
“Preposterous.”
Dr. Greenwood settled on the couch as Dr. Morgan continued unpacking and arranging things. After all was settled, she pulled out some lab work that she needed to double check calculations on and sensing they would be working for a bit longer, Dr. Greenwood pulled out a novel they were reading in her class. She paged through it, skimming the familiar pages, re-reading the notes she had taken in the margins. Occasionally she would scribble down a question she wanted to pose to her students during their in-class discussion.
After some time, Dr. Greenwood settled the book against her chest. It was dark outside now, getting rather late. She looked to Dr. Morgan. “Want to go to the club?” she asked.
“I’m too old for clubbing,” Dr. Morgan shot back, not looking up from her work.
“Fine, the bar then,” Dr. Greenwood continued.
“I go to the bar on Saturday nights.”
“Would it really hurt you to break up your routine and take your heart broken friend to the bar on a Friday night?”
Finally, Dr. Morgan looked over to Dr. Greenwood, and the other woman smirked as if she had just won a battle. Dr. Morgan frowned slightly.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dr. Greenwood declared. “I just… I want to talk to someone. I’m not ready to date. Gosh! I don’t know if I’ll ever date again. But I just…” She paused to sit up more fully on the couch, fixing Dr. Morgan with a stare. “I miss having sex, Margaret. Please, help me get laid.”
Dr. Morgan snorted trying to hold in her laugh. She looked back down at her paper, though she was smiling. “I’m sorry, Amy,” she muttered, “but I haven’t been someone’s wing-woman in ages. I don’t think I’d be of any help.”
“You’re a wing-woman for yourself every weekend!” Dr. Greenwood exclaimed exasperatedly. “Yes, I know you, you’re all one-night stands and new women every week. Grab two for yourself and see if you can’t pawn the one off to me.”
“We have very different types.”
“Do I look like I care? As long as she consents, I don’t care if she’s got two heads!”
Dr. Morgan strummed her fingers on her desk. She was extra tense as of late. And a partner Friday night left extra room for another come Saturday night, and perhaps an exhausting weekend was exactly what she needed to break free of her rut. She looked down at what she was wearing.
“Fine, but I need to go home and change first,” Dr. Morgan gave in. “I’ll meet you at the bar in two hours.”
“Which bar?”
Dr. Morgan smirked towards her friend. “My usual spot, of course. I can call Jimmy and ask him to save my table. It’s always easier to seduce a woman when you can sit next to her in a booth.”
“I’m going to be so rusty at this,” Dr. Greenwood muttered. “But thank you!”
“Of course.”
At their next TA meeting, Tess did her best to bring up Dr. Morgan casually. They were waiting for the professors to get there after class, so just the TA’s were casually conversing. She started her conversation off with undergraduate research.
Everyone on the TA team was involved with research already, save for Kai who was working shifts at the hospital in preparation for med school. Tess also had a position working for one of the more well-respected biology faculty members after a bout of good luck. She ran into the man entirely accidentally, before she even knew what he taught, and just got to talking about her research interests. Then, suddenly, he offered her a position, and she had been working on research with him ever since.
But that wasn’t what Tess cared about, not in that moment, anyway. What she wanted to know more about was Dr. Morgan. After hearing about the projects the other TA’s were working on, and other projects happening in the biology department, Tess branched the conversation over to the chem department and finally, she just brought up Dr. Morgan.
“I heard some comments about Dr. Morgan’s research the other day, actually,” Tess said nonchalantly. “I thought it sounded interesting, what she’s looking into. And I mean, I really like the work I’m doing now, and I’m not about to pick up two research teams, but… well I think that if I had a second choice, I’d want to work in her lab.”
“Geez, do you have a death wish or something?” the junior TA stated. “The grad students that work in her lab are the most stressed out people I’ve ever met. She has a ridiculous turn over on her team. They come from all over trying to work with her, but they all leave because she rules with an iron fist. She has too high of expectations, forgets that we’re students still learning, doesn’t let people make mistakes. Honestly, you should be glad that she doesn’t take on undergrads, because she’d slaughter you.”
“Yes, but the work is interesting,” Tess defended.
“Whose work is interesting?” Dr. Marlow questioned, stepping into the room.
“We were talking about Dr. Morgan’s current research,” Kai explained.
“She does great work, that’s for sure,” Dr. Marlow agreed. “And yes, it’s very interesting, and yes, she does give fantastic talks about her work. But well, don’t let anyone know I was going around giving her compliments.”
“Why is she such a loner?” Tess asked a bit suddenly. Her comment caused the room to go quiet, and she hurried to explain herself. “I mean… she clearly doesn’t like working on a team because she’s bad at compromising and thinks everyone else is incompetent, but she’s just holed up in her office all the time when she’s not in lab. It’s like she doesn’t even try to build meaningful relationships. I mean, she’s not married. I just don’t understand. She’s really smart, people love her work, but she’s just…”
“Impossible to get along with?” Dr. Kemper scoffed, taking a seat beside Dr. Marlow.
“Clearly she’s not married because she’s a bitch,” the junior TA stated. He was quickly reprimanded by Dr. Marlow, even if it was a true statement.
“She’s probably just really busy,” one of the senior TA’s offered softly. “She has a lot on her plate between applying for grants and writing papers and building the curriculum for bio-chem.”
Tess pulled out of the conversation, taking out her phone to search up Dr. Morgan’s name. Tons of journal articles and even a couple of books popped up. Tess opened one of the more recent publications and scanned it. The reading wasn’t light, by any means, and the chemistry went a bit over her head, but Tess was determined. She wanted to know what Dr. Morgan was dedicating her time to, since she didn’t seem to dedicate time towards making friends.
Tess once again knocked on the door of Dr. Morgan’s office. The door was open a crack again, and the professor was once again sitting at her desk, working away. She paused at the sound, glancing up at Tess only to show off a look of contempt.
“Oh, it’s you again,” Dr. Morgan snarled. “I suppose telling you I don’t have office hours right now isn’t going to help.”
“I’m very aware that you don’t have office hours right now,” Tess answered. “So, no, it won’t help. May I come in?”
“No.”
Despite what she said, Tess pushed open the door and stepped fully into the office. She paused, looking around the room.
The office really was nice. It felt professional, containing everything Dr. Morgan needed to work successfully, but there was also a nice personal flare to the place. It was different being in the room. Yes, the obvious things were still there, like the couch and the bookshelf and the plants, but there was more to the office. There were accent pillows on the couch, a rug under the coffee table. There were a couple figurines on the bookshelf, a painting on the wall, and now, the whiteboard was covered with scribblings of organic chemistry, which Tess vaguely understood, being in the first semester of orgo herself.
Slowly, Tess stepped up to the corner of Dr. Morgan’s desk, looking at the papers piled up. The woman watched her almost quizzically, but she said nothing. After a moment, she picked up a stack of papers to busy herself.
Tess picked up a packet of papers, familiar words linking it to what Tess had recently heard. “I’ve been reading up on your research,” she stated. “I won’t claim I understand it all, but I do find it interesting.”
Without missing a beat, Dr. Morgan stated icily, “I don’t accept undergraduates on my research team.”
“Oh, I know,” Tess answered, and Dr. Morgan was perhaps a bit perplexed at the lack of disappointment in the girl’s tone. “I’m not looking for research work. I’m actually already in a lab,” Tess continued. “But I still find your research interesting.” She pointed back at the whiteboard. “That’s the molecular structure you discovered, right, for that anti-cancer drug? I don’t know the details, but it’s what you’re trying to publish currently, from my understanding. I couldn’t read up on it since it isn’t published yet, but well, I’m sure it’s quite amazing.”
Dr. Morgan stared at Tess dumbfoundedly. Finally, the woman stated, “What do you want?”
Tess shrugged, setting the papers back on Dr. Morgan’s desk. “I’m just wasting some time before my next class. It sure beats sitting around twiddling my thumbs.”
“Well… you’re keeping me from my work,” Dr. Morgan huffed. “Kindly leave.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“Considering I already told you to not come in, I think that’s a warranted reaction.”
“I don’t want to be too much of a bother, I suppose,” Tess admitted, “but I do hope that someday you’ll tell me about your research. I think it’s very cool and I’m sure you could explain it mighty well.” Then, with a slight shrug, Tess turned to leave the office.
“Miss Stanford?”
“Yes?” Tess asked, stopping in the doorway and turning back to face Dr. Morgan. She was smiling like a fool. Up to that moment, she didn’t think Dr. Morgan remembered her name, but that… well it confirmed that she did remember Tess.
“Shut the door on your way out.”
Tess did as she was told, watching as Dr. Morgan shifted her head down, breaking their line of eye contact. But Tess was quite happy. She was confident that she was slowly breaking through the hard exterior of Dr. Morgan, and she wasn’t about to give up any time soon.
© Christina Hadfield
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