Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Madeleine admitted it. "Yeah, I'm getting old. I can only guide two,"

Hans mumbled, his lips curling in a moue of discontent. It was evident the third slot was for Madeleine, yet she would not admit it outright.

"Ms. Payne. Oh? Mr. Olson is here, too?" Carlisle strolled in with two younger students, setting down a bouquet of fresh sunflowers on the table. "We're just here to check on Ms. Payne."

Amidst the casual conversation, one of the students mentioned, "I heard a freshman this year is brilliant. Got straight into the combined Bachelor-Master-PhD track."

At Kingswell University's School of Life Sciences, it'd been almost a decade since anyone got into the direct PhD track from undergrad, and no more than three students had managed it.

"This freshman won gold at the International Mathematical Olympiad and the International Informatics Olympiad last year, securing her spot in our department."

"Two gold medals? That's pretty cool. But I remember a senior. She must have been one of Ms. Payne's students, who entered undergrad with four gold medals, one in math, physics, chemistry, and computer science each! What was her name? Rose or something like Anne?"

"Looks like it's about time!" Hans interjected, "You guys should head back to campus."

"Oh, alright then. We'll be off."

"Yeah."

the students had left the room, the one who had brought up the senior looked visibly downcast. "Carlisle, did I

Carlisle looked equally puzzled.

inside the room, Hans said, "Those students didn't mean

lips trembled uncontrollably, and tears began to well up in her eyes, eventually spilling over. "She was such a genius. She

what she said to me the last time we met?

the room, Roseanne stood with the lunchbox

'I'm sorry... Ms. Payne...'

leaving the lunchbox at the nurses' station. "This is for

you haven't left your

of the hospital building, gasping for the fresh

woman with flawless makeup approached her, her heels clicking

blazer and pencil skirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders. It was Hertha Sherwood, Murray's

at home? What brings you to the hospital?" Hertha glanced at the building. The general ward was not for maternity check-ups. Hertha breathed a sigh of relief for her mother. If

Roseanne managed a weak

your eyes so red? Have you been

Roseanne remained silent.