Shawn

I find Sophia the next morning in the quiet reading nook of the nearly empty faculty lounge on the top floor of the humanities building. Her baby babbles softly in the portable seat she placed on the low table beside her.

“Hey little guy,” I coo, gently tickling his belly. Sophia startles, glancing at me quickly before turning back to the small warming plate she was using.

“Morning,” I say. She mumbles it back. Sighing, I drop into the armchair across from her. “What’s the plan today? Still need to pick up your pump bag?”

“I just wanted to feed him first before my friend Mia comes by.” She...