By any honest measure, it was an excellent lecture. Sabrina taught with the same surgical precision she had used to dismantle her thesis the night before.
She didn't just present material; she navigated it. The information wasn't a collection of facts to her; it was a structure, a logical architecture that she moved through with an ease that suggested the thinking had become a part of her very biology.
When students raised their hands, she fielded their questions with a kind of patience that didn't feel like an effort; it was the effortless poise of someone who was never truly caught off guard.
About forty minutes in, Mike raised his hand.
