CADENI’d spent five fucking days turning it over in my mind and arriving at the same damn answer every time. My mother had a hand in my father’s death. And she had done it quietly enough that nobody looked twice. Not until now.I had a nine o’clock class to teach. Thoughts of my father faded into the back of my mind as I entered the lecture hall. The class fell silent immediately, their gazes boring into me as I adjusted my cufflinks without looking up.She walked in fifteen minutes late, her smell announcing her arrival before I could even look at her—sweet, vanilla, and fucking distracting. The door closed softly as she awkwardly stood there, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan. I paused mid-sentence, my jaw locking tight. Our eyes met briefly, before I turned towards the class again. She mumbled a silent “sorry” before finding her way to a seat at the back. Despite trying not to look her way the entire lecture, my eyes constantly strayed to the back and I hated every fucking
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