First message
I sit in my car, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. It was the first day teaching at this new college - they gave me a large offer to open up a creative writing program. I am an author, after all. I pick up my phone and check the time once again before finishing off my coffee. I go to get out of my car but I see a young woman walking quickly towards the parking lot. I sit up and squint my eyes as I look at her, only to see she’s crying.