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Mia's POVBy the time I reached the faculty building, my confusion had settled into a dull, persistent throb behind my eyes. The engineering faculty wing was quieter than the main academic hall. I slowed as I approached the reception desk, my bag heavy on my shoulder.My being here could mean anything. A recommendation letter. A project issue. A scheduling update. It could also mean nothing at all and everything at once.A middle-aged man in a neatly pressed navy suit looked up from his computer as I approached.“Mia Warren,” he said, not asking.“Yes,” I replied.He stood. “I’m Officer Caldwell. Please come with me.”I followed him down a short corridor lined with framed awards and donor plaques. Then he stopped in front of a closed door and opened it, gesturing me inside.“Please, have a seat.”The office looked modest. It had a large desk with two chairs facing it, and a small couch was positioned near the window.I sat.Officer Caldwell remained standing. “Thank you for coming on

Mia's POVBy the time I finally decided I was done with Dave, my patience had been scraped down to its barest edges. I was sick and tired of him, and I wanted nothing more than to have him far away from me.We stood near the edge of the engineering quad, the late afternoon sun slanting low across the concrete paths. Students passed by in clusters, laughing, arguing, and already planning weekends, while I, on the other hand, felt like I’d aged several years in a single day.“That’s it,” I said, slinging my bag higher on my shoulder. “We’re done here. You’ve seen everything you need to see.”Dave blinked at me. “What? Already?”“Yes, Dave. Already.”“But the student innovation wing—”“You don’t need it today,” I cut in. “And I don’t need you today.”His mouth opened, then closed again. He nodded, trying to smile. “Okay. I just—uhm. I wanted to say thank you. For everything.”I turned on my heel. “You’re welcome. Now, goodbye.”I started walking, and then, of course, I heard footsteps be

Mia's POVIt's a few days to the funeral, and just because of our distance, Alan and I decided to travel back to our hometown, New York, which is where the funeral will be held. The flight from California to New York was jarring, but I survived it and made it to New York alive.I rushed to get a cab. It was afternoon already, and I planned not to waste any more time outside.After a while, the taxi slowed, crunching softly over gravel, and I glanced out the window just as I spotted my mother on the front terrace.My beloved mother, Bella Warren, was in the middle of doing what she did best when she was either stressed or not in her office, and that was terrifying a group of staff into absolute efficiency.She stood straight with her arms crossed and her expression sharp enough to cut glass as she scolded two maids and a groundskeeper. Even from a distance, I could tell she was displeased.The car came to a stop, and Mummy turned at the sound of the engine. For half a second, confusion

Mia's POVIt was the day of the funeral, and it was by my mother that I was even able to leave home and attend the service. But by the time I left the house, I knew I had already missed a lot of important services, and I may have failed Alan.Still, I wasn't going to let that ruin the day. After all, I left school for this.I followed the directions Alan had given me in the morning, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with every turn that took me farther away from home and closer to his.My chest tightened.You can do this, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time.But the closer I got, the louder my thoughts became.What if they didn’t like me? What if I said the wrong thing? What if I embarrassed Alan on the worst possible day?By the time the estate finally came into view, my heart was racing so fast it felt like it might leap out of my chest. The gates were already open, and cars lined neatly along the driveway. I drove in slowly, my pulse roaring in my ears, a

Mia's POVIt was evening and the service was finally over. Alan stayed close to me the entire time, and when it was clear that most people were leaving, his hand found mine again, and he gently tugged me toward the driveway.“Let me walk you to your car,” he said softly.I nodded. “Okay.”We stepped outside together, the gravel crunching beneath our feet. For a while, neither of us spoke. The air felt heavy, but full, like it was holding all the unsaid things between us. I was the first to break the silence.“You did really well today,” I told him quietly. "I'm so proud of you stayed strong. Better than I imagined you would."He let out a tired breath. “Really?""Yes babe," I smiled"But I don’t feel like I did.”“Stop saying that. Trust me, you did,” I insisted, turning slightly to look at him. “It took a lot for you to come home just to be here today. And you didn't shut yourself out. Not from me, and not from anyone else. You handled the whole thing maturely, and I'm proud of you.”