(Aurora's POV)
Professor Walsh froze in the doorway. The shock on his face lingered for a moment before hardening into a mask of cold fury. His eyes, usually warm when looking at data, were now filled with a severe, piercing light.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was hard as granite. "I seem to recall telling you years ago that if you chose to walk away from this life, you should never come back to see me."
Lewis stepped forward, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Henry, don't be so harsh. Aurora is here to see me. This is my office, after all..."
Walsh didn't hear a word of it. He let out a sharp, dismissive huff and grabbed his tweed coat from the rack.
"If you called me here just to reminisce about wasted potential, you are wasting my time," he snapped, turning toward
