December arrived with the kind of cold that made Chicago feel like a different planet, the wind off the lake turning the walk to campus into an endurance test. Marcus had been avoiding the university since his discharge, conducting his life within the safe radius of his apartment, therapy appointments, and the occasional coffee shop. But Professor Hartley had finally insisted on a meeting to discuss his incomplete coursework, and there was no way to postpone it further.
The art building looked the same as always—red brick covered in a thin layer of early snow, windows glowing warm against the gray afternoon. But as Marcus climbed the familiar steps, his hands trembled in his pockets, and it had nothing to do with the cold.



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