Camilla

I wasn’t sure why, but I felt a little bit anxious going to talk to my parents. I knew they wouldn’t have any sort of a problem with it. I imagined my mom would be more than thrilled. She always wanted me to take advantage of opportunities she didn’t have when she was growing up. There was no reason for them to deny me an education.

Still, I tapped my fingers nervously against the steering wheel as I drove up to their house.

I parked the ...