“Sophomore chemistry was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” I said calmly.
Mark went pale. His eyes darted from the nameplate on my desk back to my face. I watched the hope vanish from his expression.
“I… I didn’t know.” He stood abruptly. “I’m sorry to waste your time. I’ll go.”
“Sit,” I said.
My voice was firm, and he obeyed.
His hands trembled as he sat down again.
“I know what I did to you,” he said quietly. “I was cruel. I thought it was funny. But please… don’t punish her for that.”
“Your daughter?” I asked.
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