I drove her there and waited in the parking lot because she requested the meeting alone.

Forty minutes later she emerged holding a brochure.

Her hair was tied back, and her smile was tentative but bright.

“They’ll review my transcripts,” she said.

“I can start with an online class when I’m ready.”

I wanted to hug her immediately.

Instead, I asked if she wanted to celebrate.

“Chocolate ice cream,” she said.