Kiara's pov

I looked carefully at the handwritten letter of apology I was initially planning to type out, but I decided that it didn't feel more sincere and heartfelt if I wrote it down with my own hand.

I had to change the paper once because I had ended up bursting into tears and soaking it up with my peers so it was no longer presentable but now I looked at the perfect letter lying on my desk and I felt satisfied going through it over and over again.

I felt like the student that was about to submit their final essay to a strict professor and the tension was...