You and Emmett sit wordlessly on the bus station bench. Both of you stare at the ground in a daze. You, crying, shaking. Sore. Still not cleaned up from the incident. Emmett, seething, trembling. In pain. Knuckles covered in blood from both his own veins and from Callahan’s.

Emmett’s belongings sit pitifully at his feet. He cannot believe he’s been kicked out of Harvard during his final year. No chance he could get re-enrolled. No chance any other school would take him. This was it, he was ruined. Nothing for him or his mother.

Or for you, which made it all worse.

Everything has gone to shit. All because some dick of a professor decided he could have his way with you, and get away with it.