But then the next day passed. Then the next.
I started to think I’d imagined it all.
Two days later, my phone rang.
I answered on the first ring.
“I talked to her,” the voice said. “Hannah doesn’t want to talk to you. I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t speak.
I just let the silence stretch while tears filled my eyes.
“Why?” I finally asked.
There was a pause. I could hear traffic in the background.
He sighed. “She said she couldn’t take the lectures anymore.
You were always on her case. She felt like she was drowning under your expectations.”
I felt like someone had punched me in the gut!
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