I blinked, focusing on the young woman standing beside my desk. Sarah, one of my graduate students. She had concerned brown eyes and was holding my phone out to me."How long was I...?" I started to ask."About ten minutes," she said gently. "You seemed to zone out during our research discussion. Are you feeling alright? You look pale."I realized I was in my university office, not my bedroom. The memories were still settling, reality and recollection blurring together."I'm fine," I said, taking the phone from her. "Just tired. Thank you, Sarah."She nodded but didn't leave immediately. "The caller ID says 'Mom.' Should I tell her you'll call back?"I snapped back to reality completely and gently thanked her. "No, I'll take it. Could you give me a moment?"She nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.The caller was Mom—Ethan's mother, who'd raised me as her own. I immediately answered."Rachel, dear, I hope I'm not interrupting your classes."Her warm voice brought instant
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