MIA POV
"It's just feedback."
The words come out steady. Calm. I am surprised by how steady they are.
Jake is still holding the note. His eyes move over it one more time This is the writer I knew was in there. A like he's looking for a hidden message, a code, something that will confirm whatever his gut is already telling him.
"Feedback," he repeats.
"I submitted a rewrite last night. He's a tough grader. I got a C+ on the first draft and it " I pause just long enough to make the next part sound like it costs me something. "It bothered me. So, I rewrote the whole thing and slid it under his door. That's the response."
Every word is true. I have not lied once.
Jake looks at me. I look back. This is the thing about Jake he is perceptive when he wants to be, and completely blind when believing something is more convenient. Right now, I watch him choose convenience. I can see it happening, the decision moving across his face like a cloud passing.
He sets the note down on my desk.
