“Devotion begins where reason quietly disappears.”

Anamta marched through the corridor, her heels striking the floor with a sharp, impatient rhythm. She reached the principal’s office, her hand hovering mid-air to knock, when the sound of a familiar voice filtered through the wood. Her brow furrowed, and she instinctively recoiled, crossing her arms over her chest. She stepped back and leaned against the opposite wall, waiting for the door to reveal the person currently occupying her thoughts.