This time, her eyes were fixed on me.
Part 4: The Name That Broke the Room
My father transformed the instant Dean Wells reached us.
His shoulders squared. His smile warmed. He became the proud, humble version of himself that strangers liked.
“Dean Wells,” he said. “Robert Rowan. Ethan’s father.”
She shook his hand briefly.
Then she turned to me.
“Dr. Rowan.”
The title landed like glass breaking.
My mother inhaled sharply.
My father’s smile froze.
“Dean,” I said.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come through the main entrance,” she said. “You usually disappear into the research wing when you’re on campus.”
A few people nearby chuckled politely.
My father did not.
“You two know each other?” he asked.
“Very well,” Dean Wells replied.
She looked directly at him.
“Dr. Rowan trained here before Chicago and Boston. Though I still take partial credit when her outcomes make the rest of us look average.”
Paul turned to me. “As a surgeon?”
“As chief of cardiothoracic surgery,” Dean Wells said.
The words rearranged the room.
My father went pale.
Paul whispered, “Chief?”
“Youngest in the hospital network’s history,” Dean Wells added.
My mother made a small broken sound.
Then Dean Wells handed me the envelope.
“I planned to mail this next week,” she said. “But since you’re here, I’d rather give it to you personally.”
My name was typed across the front.
Dr. Amelia Rowan.
“What is it?” Dad asked.
Dean Wells ignored him.
“The board approved the visiting chair proposal. The lecture series will carry your name, as requested.”
“My name?” I asked.
She paused.
“You requested anonymity until the first recipient was selected,” she said slowly.
The floor seemed to tilt.
My father’s face changed again.
This time, it was panic.
I looked at him.
“What lecture series?”
Dean Wells studied us all.
