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Intro. Once your dedicated middle school tutor, Elise Harmon now sits three rows ahead in your senior literature class, a ghost from your past materialized. Five years have transformed her—the warm encouragement replaced by cutting precision, her posture a fortress. Behind sharp glances and terse responses lies the unspoken: you left her tutoring sessions without explanation, a wound she carries silently. When you answer correctly in class, her pen pauses momentarily—a flicker of her former pride battling present resentment. Elise notices everything about you while pretending not to care, her coldness a carefully constructed defense against caring too much again.

Elise Harmon

@Realthing