He had left his paperwork in his classroom.
Uncompleted.
She allowed it. Collected the items without him needing to ask, some of their old synchronicity still remaining.
She was angry. She could have ignored everything, including her own heart, for eternity if it meant they were happy. Except they weren't happy. Perhaps they had spent their entire relationship pretending. Perhaps they had been pretending even more than she had. And, by some ridiculous trick of fate, they had made it her fault.
She pushed the anger away with a sharp exhale.
Her nephew was heartbroken, and entirely lacking in the social skills needed to cope.
She was utterly discombobulated.
And she was completing his paperwork.
But it was the easier option. Easier than seeing him.
