While Nicholas walked toward the elevator, I turned to Annie.
“I’ll wait for you outside,” she said to me. “It’s far too stuffy in here,” she added, glancing at the receptionist. To me again, “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I said, but couldn’t shake the feeling of nervous trepidation that was steadily rising within me.
My acquaintanceship with Nicholas had been tumultuous at best thus far. I doubted that was going to improve this time. But Annie had been right, with the admissions office closed, I had very few avenues open to me.
For Aunt Gina, I would travel down each and every one, even if they didn’t always work out, even if they sometimes led to my humiliation. Somehow, I would find a path that would let me transfer and move here so that I could help my Aunt and be with her for this last
