12
“Miss Markham, if I might say so,” Wilkinson says as he opens the car door for me, “I believe in you. Far as I’ve seen, you can do anything you put your hand to.”
I don’t know how to react at first, but then I realize he heard Jake’s part of the conversation in the car about all the horrible things Halli’s mother said about me.
“Thank you, Wilkinson. I really appreciate that.”
And I do. So much, in fact, I can feel myself starting to tear up. Although I think that has more to do with the fact that we’re here now, and I’m about to find out my fate.
I could see from a distance the domes and spires and the tops of buildings that look like castle turrets. I thought the Columbia campus looked beautiful in pictures. But this place.
There’s something about being someplace really old. You
