The Healing Flame

I was nervous all throughout class and my instructors noticed, especially my father.

“Ryker,” he called at the end of his human anatomy class.

I jogged up to him, wanting to go check on Lilia. “What’s up, Dad?” It’s still weird to call someone dad, but I like it. Apparently, he does too because he smiles at me before answering.

“Why don’t you tell me? You were very distracted in class today. That’