I’m rushing down the stairs of NYU, racing against the clock. I still have to pick up Eli from school, get my dress, change—
“Ms. Winters!” One of my old professors runs up to me. “I just wanted to congratulate you on your return to NYU. Heard theadmissions committee voted in your favor today. Can’t wait to see you back in my classroom!”
“Thank you,” I say, accepting his handshake. “Can’t wait to be back. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to—”
“I remember when you first showed up,” he bulldozes over me with a wistful sigh. “So full of promise. I always knew you’dmake your way back to…”
He launches himself on a leisurely stroll down memory lane. Normally, I wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, but today of all days,I’m on the most merciless timeline of all.
By the time he finally
