She wanted to be sure. Wanted to immediately say that she wasn’t going to give up, or at the very least insist that it wasn’t just one or the other. That there could be a middle ground, where she didn’t go back to teaching him but kept on writing. But she was heading herself off at every turn. It was one or the other. If she couldn’t teach, it was because she was admitting that she wasn’t a writer anymore. That she didn’t know what she was doing. That she couldn’t write. If she ...