No More Second Chances

Summary

During the first year of my Master's program, my roommate, Noelle Sterling, couldn't afford her tuition. She was huddled in the stairwell, sobbing her heart out.

I had spent years working as a private tutor to save up twenty thousand dollars. I gave every cent of it to her.

She hugged me, crying into my shoulder. "Sloane Vance, you are the most important person in my life."

The year we graduated, my experimental data vanished. A week later, Noelle published a paper identical to my project as