EZRA
I drove toward Jacqueline’s house, the steering wheel digging into my palms. The pain had quelled to a dull ache. But it was still there. And I hated that I still felt it.
I had tried to keep my distance from the human girl, but it would appear I hadn't done a good job of that.
My knuckles went white as reality dawned on me. What the hell was I doing? Racing to my student’s home. What was I going to say was my reason for visiting?
I contemplated putting my car in reverse and getting the hell out of here, but I was already in their driveway and could make out Mrs. Blackwell's silhouette on the front porch. She was pacing.
I got out of the car. There was no backing out now. I strode purposefully towards her, the encroaching proximity allowing me to see her more clearly.
She was in her scrubs, her face looked tired and ashen, and sweat clung to her underarms.
I stepped toward her, boots clicking along the wooden planks.
“Good evening, Mrs. Blackwell,” I greeted.
She froze and
