JASMINEMy palms were already damp before the hearing even began.I wiped them against the sides of my skirt, then curled my fingers around my bag before anyone could notice them shaking.I had been sitting in the car for almost five minutes before finally getting out, my fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of my bag as if holding onto it would somehow keep me steady.It was strange because I had spent the entire night preparing for this moment, going over every question Patricia might ask and practicing my answers until I knew exactly what I wanted to say.But standing outside the hearing room, knowing that my future, Davin’s career, and everything we’d fought so hard to protect could be decided today, all that preparation suddenly felt useless.The conversation died down as soon as we stepped inside. At the front of the room, five committee members sat behind a long table, their folders already open. Dean Whitmore occupied the center seat, a stack of documents arranged neatly i
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