Grounded: Blowing Past the Professor Who Wanted to Fly
Language: en
When Silas handed me the divorce papers, he actually reached out and tucked a stray, greasy lock of hair back behind my ear. With his gold-rimmed glasses and academic tweed jacket, he looked every bit the refined university professor. "Stella, I appreciate how hard you’ve worked these past few years to support us," he said, his voice quiet and coated in that gentle condescension he used on freshmen. "But my days are spent in the lab dealing with complex equations and abstract theories. When I come home, I want to discuss literature, philosophy, art. Instead, you just want to talk about…