They Threw Me Out on Graduation Night and Did Not Expect to See Me Again

when they refused the prescribed path. The details were all different. The ache underneath was not.

When I signed the first round of letters, my hand shook slightly.

“You’re changing lives,” Evan said from the doorway.

“Maybe,” I said. “Or giving them a nudge over a threshold they were going to cross anyway.”

“Either way,” he said, “it’s good work.”

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