Mia's POV

The lecture hall slowly emptied, the low murmur of students fading behind me as I waited until the last person filed out. My palms felt a little sweaty, and I wasn't sure if it was nerves or something else entirely. Part of me was still processing the shock of seeing him standing at the front of the classroomthe man who'd been so kind to me on what had been one of the worst nights of my life.

He was organizing papers at the front desk when I approached. He looked up and ...