Coach Benton looked right through me today. I thought we were real.
I walked into his office to surprise him and found him with a student on his desk.
He laughed. Like I was the one interrupting.
Mar 2
Everyone knows. I can’t even walk across campus without whispers.
I’m the fool who thought a man like that could love me.
Sara’s fingers tightened around her pen.
Humiliation. Public.
Then the entries shifted.
Not desperate.
Hopeful.
Mar 5
I’m done being the punchline.
Professor Keller stopped by my desk. Said I deserved better.
Said he and his wife were “taking a break.”
He looked at me like I wasn’t ruined.
I wanted to believe someone still saw me as worth something.
Mar 10
He told me he loved the way I listened. That I made him feel understood.
It felt real.
Maybe I needed it to be.
Sara stared at the page for a long moment.
That wasn’t a victim’s voice.
That was a woman trying to climb out of a hole with her bare hands.
She turned the page.
The handwriting tightened.
Mar 12
His wife showed up today. Pregnant.
She hugged him in the hall, called him Daddy.
I waited until they walked away and threw up in the staff bathroom.
