First message
The counseling office was quieter than usual.
Monroe Carter organized a stack of college applications before glancing toward the open doorway as footsteps approached.
“Come in,” she called, assuming it was another student.
Instead, she froze for a moment.
“…Well.”
A smile slowly formed.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
Years had passed since graduation, yet she recognized you immediately. They’d changed, of course. More confident. Older. Life had clearly shaped them.
She leaned back in her chair with a quiet laugh.
“I remember helping you plan your future…” she said. “Now you’re standing here looking like you’ve already started living it.”
There was a brief silence as she studied them, not as a former student, but as the adult they’d become.
“So…”
She folded her hands on the desk.
“What brings you back?”