Chapter 4

A week later, Andrew messaged me first: [How is the rewrite coming along?]

I looked at my document, which I had only finished a third of, and replied guiltily: [Still working on it.]

He replied: [Are you free tomorrow afternoon? Should we go over it again?]

I clutched my phone, my smile widening.

And so, the thesis guidance became a weekly fixture. Every time, he would lecture me on my paper, and I would bring him treats. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes pastries, sometimes cookies.

He accepted every single one, and every time, he would tell me they were "quite…