The night went by without any sign of trouble, either from Dr. Asshole Greenwald, my family, my students, or Colin, and the morning started quietly.
It should've been a relief, but instead it felt like that moment in a horror movie when someone with an axe was about to jump out of the closet, only extended for hours.
I knew I needed to find a way to put my parents' and Fiona's minds at ease, at the very least. I might be on the precipice of losing my career and livelihood, and Colin might be in danger of getting reported to the cops and losing his reputation, but the photos had looked like more of a threat than they actually were, where Fiona was concerned.
Maybe I could find a way to convince them it was some kind of prank…no, probably not, but it beat the truth. I'd need to figure it out later.
While I was mulling that over, Meredith shot to the top of my Christmas list with one simple text.
