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otherwise.
    “I just came over
to see whether you would give me an idea as to what to expect on the exam”. She
clutched onto the handle of her bag, in an attempt to simmer down the nervous
feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach. Why was she even doing this?
Psychology was the one course she actually liked and she was able to complete
the assignments with ease. Yet here she was trying to befriend the good
professor, by playing the role of the “confused student”. Was she becoming the
horny teenager that she bemoaned about other girls in the class? Only time
would tell but right now she decided to live in the moment.
    There was a
little hesitation on his part, as if he was unsure as to whether he should
respond to her question.
    “I won’t tell
anyone you told me,” Lizzy teased, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she awaited
his reply, gently rocking back and forth on her heels.
    “Really,” he
arched his brow. “So you won‘t get me in trouble,” he grinned. Taking his navy
blue jacket off the back of his chair, he threw his hands into the sleeves and
adjusted the collar. He looked like a well-dressed business man.
    “Well okay, if I
have your word.” his eyes lit up, he lowered his voice as if he were telling
her a secret. “Ensure that you study chapter 1 - 3, and pay special attention
to the history of psychology in America.” he finally added. He gave her an extended
wink, since these were the same instructions he had given the rest of the class.
    She smiled back
at him and just as she was about to thank him, a loud vibration distracted her.
Looking to Dr. Spencer, she realized that it wasn’t his phone. Immediately she
began searching the pockets of her bag until she found the device. The number
was unknown, but as soon as she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she
knew something was terribly wrong.
    “Oh my God…What
hospital are you guys at now?” Lizzy was hysterical, her fingers trembling as she
threw the phone back into her bag and got ready to rush out without even saying
good bye.
    Spencer noticed
the sudden change in her mood and he too grew concerned. “What’s wrong?”
    “It’s my son, he
just had an accident and fractured his arm,” she answered rushing out the door.
    Spencer hastened
his steps to meet her, offering to give her a ride to the hospital. His SUV was
parked in the school’s garage on the other side of the road and as she waited
for him to pick her up, as a series of terrible thoughts flooded her mind. Was she
being a selfish mother for leaving her children at home while she went back to
school? What if he was seriously injured? Maybe it was more than just a
fractured arm?
    By the time the vehicle
had pulled up in front of her; the tears were already streaming down her
cheeks. Before she could get the door, Spencer sprinted across the road to the
passenger’s side to open the door for her.
    “Please don’t
cry. Your son will be okay,” he urged Lizzy as he drove off.
    Lizzy couldn’t
help herself. She could not stop the tears. The guilt she felt was too much.
“You don’t understand Dr. Spencer; I can’t even begin to tell you how guilty I
feel right now,” she sobbed.
    “You can call me
Spencer. And whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not your fault, accidents happen all
the time.”
    “No I’m a bad mother.
I chose to let him stay over at his friend’s house, even though I knew that
there were no adults around.”
    “What do you
mean?” Spencer became serious, as he focused on the road ahead.
    “Well my son
wanted to go over to his friend’s house tonight, but the only person who was
there to supervise the boys, was his friend’s teenage sister. I had a bad feeling
about it in the back of my mind; I knew something bad would happen…I just knew
it!” Lizzy said as she buried her face in her hands and cried softly.
    The hospital came
in full view and Spence dropped her off at the front door, while he went to
park his car.
    “How could