Chapter 151 Losing

• My work at the art school was going well and the children in my class were fun to work with. Despite that, the joy of teaching the kid had waned during the past week as my mind shifted back and forth between the reality in front of me and my memories of Hayden. 
• “Malissa, do you have a minute?” the lady called out to me from behind the reception desk at the art school. 
• I had just finished teaching for the day and was packing things up.