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My throat felt like someone had punched it. Raw, harsh, cold, all at the same time.
I almost hit a tree, but swerved at the very last second.
June had asked me to live in honor of her memory.
And yes, I enjoyed it. I meant to cherish all of it, so that when I’d go, I’d go out guns blazing.
It didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt at times. I didn’t want to go through this life alone.
But no matter how many dates I went on after her, no one made me feel warm.
And without the warmth, it was only ever sex.
Which was why part of me had agreed to this ridiculous online thing. Maybe I’d learn something from it.
Hell, maybe I’d teach some things too. Different from Shakespeare and Proust, of course.
I was sure the ladies at Naughty Lessons did not need a lecture onA Midsummer Night’s Dreamor why I feltRebecca’s heroine was also the antagonist.
Or maybe I’d prove myself wrong and find something meaningful. Who knew?
Come what may, it was Sally and me for now. Until I came across someone worthy of my daughter’s love, I’d remain this way. Floating along.
And that was okay too.
It wasn’t what June would have wanted, but then again, losing her wasn’t what I’d wanted, either.
Life had this habit of tossing out surprises at every curve. And maybe that was what made it fun.
I parked my Jeep and stepped out, walking toward East Harbor.
This place. It could be my downfall, or it could be the grounds of justice, too.
A courtroom for getting even.
For now, I took a moment to bask in its beauty.
The stone-walled, Gothic-style university was a breathtaking sight to behold.
Its towering spires reached toward the sky, and the intricate stone on the walls was a work of art in itself.
I walked through a sprawling garden, lush with bright flowers and foliage. There was an air of peace here. Not what I’d expected.
Tranquility had no business being part of a place where there was so much evil at work. But then again, that was only tied to one man. And the boys and I would handle that.
Him.
In time.
Students sat by a pretty stone waterfront and set paper boats afloat upon its shore. I sighed.
The reality of my first class just hit me hard. Not unlike how I’d have felt if a bag of bricks fell on my head from the ceiling.
That would have definitely needed a hospital visit, though.
Smiling grimly, I entered the classroom.
The baroque influences were evident in the ornate carvings on the wooden desks and the intricate patterns on the ceiling.
