Roman’s footsteps echoed faintly down the corridor, the sound mixing with the low hum of voices from students filtering out of classrooms. He adjusted the strap of his satchel, eyes fixed ahead, trying to focus on the lecture notes in his hand rather than the tight ache crawling across his chest.

Teaching used to center him. Lately, it only reminded him of her.

He was halfway down the hall leading to his office when he heard it,her voice.

“Roman.”

The sound was sharp, deliberate. He ...