SADE

I met Ms. Harrin on a Thursday evening when my legs were tired, and my head was full.

It had been one of those days where nothing went wrong, but nothing felt easy either. Class ended late, and most students rushed out, laughing and talking about dinner plans. I stayed behind, cleaning my station like always. I liked leaving things neat. It made my thoughts quieter.

That was when I noticed her.

She stood near the doorway, watching me…not in a judging way, not like Madame Valée. Her eyes were curious. Calm and patient.

“You don’t rush,” she said.

I turned, startled. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t rush,” she repeated,...