Chapter 38

Angelina locked eyes with her. "Oh yeah? That so, Miss Godfrey?" Calliope took a deep breath, throat dry and bitter. She nodded. "Yeah, I did come to this school because of my ex. But what's that got to do with my thesis?" Angelina suddenly let out a laugh. "Nothing. Just messing with you. You didn't take it seriously, right?" She turned to the professors. "Her thesis is solid-fresh ideas, solid arguments. I'm giving it a pass." The professors all looked relieved, their expressions softening with approval. When Calliope walked out of the room, her face was pale. A classmate walked over, concerned. "Calliope, what took you so long? Was that MIT judge grilling you or what?" Calliope didn't answer. She just grabbed her things and quickly headed out of the building. She ended up at the track field, sitting in the last row of seats. Couples were strolling along the rubber track, laughing-voices drifting over with the wind. And just like that, memories came rushing back. She and Lucien used