Ethan pushed through the heavy library doors Wednesday afternoon, the familiar scent of old books and coffee grounds wrapping around him like a tense embrace. The reflection paper was already submitted, its honest words now sitting in Professor Harlan's inbox like a confession he couldn't take back. He had written about the underlying tension caused by personal history, acknowledged Caleb's consistent respect and growth, and admitted his own professionalism despite lingering discomfort. It felt raw, exposed, even though it was anonymous in examples. The mid-term presentation had gone smoothly, but the individual reflections lingered in his mind like an unspoken verdict waiting to drop.He chose the same central table on the main floor—glass walls on three sides, constant foot traffic for safety, no hidden corners. Laptop open. Notes spread. Breathing exercises running silently in his head: in for four, hold for four, out for six. Sarah and Malik arrived first, chatting about weekend p
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