Outside, the air is crisp, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside.
I walk slowly, letting the tension dissipate.
The campus, once daunting, now feels familiar, a backdrop to my journey.
I replay the meeting in my mind, analyzing every detail.
There’s a sense of relief mixed with apprehension.
I’ve done all I can, yet the outcome remains uncertain.
Back home, my stepfather waits, unaware of the day’s events.
His presence is a comfort, a reminder of the shared sacrifices.
“How was it?” he asks, his voice steady.
“It went well,” I reply, offering a smile.
