The day that my results were to be announced was the following Monday. Blake was moving around a lot more by the end of the week. In fact, by day five since he had been injured, he had managed to make it all the way to the top of the stairs and the master bedroom again. I had more than one reason to be happy that he was well enough to make it up those stairs.
I started checking my phone on the university website about every 5 minutes from 8 am. Finally, around 12 pm, the click to refresh the screen showed something new.
98.87% PASS
I didn’t breathe for a minute just looking at the digits and the single word written in green again and again. That was it. I passed.
“Posted yet?” Blake asked, and I did not know that he was watching me from the doorway as I looked over the balcony, froz
