Wynter’s POV
Since our companionable meal on Monday, Connor and I seem to have found a truce, both of us a little less skittish being around each other. On Tuesday, I went to college, attending my classes and writing copious notes to help with my assignments that still need completing. I then went around the campus, to see my other professors to inform each of them that I would be taking their course online for a while due to my new work commitments. Of course, not every one of my professors was impressed by that, and I had more than one reminder of how failing their class would result in me not graduating.
I walked out of my last meeting, feeling like I had already failed, but there is nothing I can do about the situation, I need a roof over my head and money to cover expenses that my
