Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

it with hands that had started trembling again despite my efforts to stay calm.

The handwriting was Jonathan’s, but shakier than I remembered, as if he’d been ill when he wrote it. The date at the top was from three months ago.

“Dear Emily,” it began.

“If you’re reading this, I’m gone, and hopefully, Robert managed to get this to you at the service as continue reading …