The voice on the other end of the phone was unusually calm. "Mia, you didn’t do anything wrong. The problem lies with the way people think." "I know, but I don’t want this to continue gaining attention," Mia said hesitantly. Vivian sighed. "Alright, I’ll pull the post down now." "Thank you, Vivian," Mia said, though her face still showed nothing but worry. She had no idea how to help Sarah turn the situation around. Sitting in Vivian’s office, Mia absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers. More than anything, she wanted to see Sarah. "Vivian, I want to—" Before she could even finish her sentence, Vivian had already nodded. "Go ahead. I’ll handle things here." "Vivian, you’re the best." Mia immediately left and headed straight for Adams University. When she arrived at the entrance, she saw that Mrs. Mendes was still kneeling outside, her face full of despair as she clung to her daughter’s black-and-white photograph. The media were still there, wai
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