” Victoria snorted quietly, rolling her eyes. “Please join me,” Dean Bradley’s voice boomed, reaching a triumphant crescendo, “in welcoming to the stage our Valedictorian, our keynote speaker, and the undeniable future of oncology research… Dr. Clara Hensley.” For a fraction of a second, the universe seemed to hold its breath. Then, the spotlight swung sharply away from the podium, slicing through the darkness to illuminate the wings. I stepped out from the shadows. My posture was regal, my chin held high. The heavy velvet academic robes flowed behind me with every measured, confident step I took toward the center of the stage.
The entire auditorium erupted. Three thousand people rose to their feet in unison, delivering a thunderous, deafening standing ovation that physically shook the wooden floorboards beneath my feet…
My hands were perpetually stripped raw. Even now, standing on the uneven concrete of the driveway, I could smell the caustic, medical-grade chlorhexidine sanitizer clinging to my skin—a scent that had become my permanent perfume over the last four years. My spine felt like a stack of brittle porcelain saucers, grinding together and threatening to shatter with one wrong step after another brutal twelve-hour shift at the university hospital.
