Chapter 5
“Keerah Winslow!”
Polite applause accompanied the slaughter of Cera’s name as she walked across the stage. They majority of the clapping came from her fellow grad school attendees, most of whom had already received their diplomas to the woots! and hollering of their significant others and family members. A few of which Cera doubted would even know her name was pronounced more like “Sara” than “Kee-rah.”
Trying not to feel like the loneliest person on the planet, she murmured a quiet, “Thank you,” to the Dean of the Education Department as she took the leather portfolio with her new diploma inside of it.
“I hope I pronounced your name right,” he said after handing it to her.
Cera gave him a weak smile. The nice thing about having a somewhat unusual name associated with a crim
