Caitlyn's POV

The next morning, I arrived at school and saw Professor Linda.

"Hey, Linda! Good morning!" I greeted her with a bright smile. If I kept pushing and kept testing her reaction, I might have been able to figure out where she stood with me.

"Hello, Caitlyn. Do you need something?" Linda asked, her tone formal as she clutched a stack of documents.

Her expression gave nothing away. She was impossible to read. My usual approach wasn't working for her.

I pulled out the necklace my parents left me. Linda's eyes widened, hesitation flashing across her face. She looked around, then leaned in slightly.

"Getting close to me won't...