My Sister Took My Passport Before My Scholarship Interview and My Parents Said It Wasn’t Meant for Me Until I Proved Them Wrong

from the fellowship’s website, sitting in a wood-paneled room in London with the particular quality of morning light that comes through British windows. He looked at me for a moment without speaking, which I suspected was an assessment of some kind.

“Good morning, Ms. Vance,” he said. “Or good middle-of-the-night, more accurately. You’re composed.”

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