One afternoon, as he taught, he noticed a familiar figure at the doorway. Caldwell — older, smaller. He didn’t enter. He simply watched Ethan teaching with patience and encouragement — everything he himself had withheld.
Their eyes met. Caldwell gave a faint nod before walking away.
Ethan turned back to his class. A young boy in worn sneakers asked about infinity.
Ethan smiled, picked up a whole piece of chalk, and began to write.
Because numbers do not belong to the rich or the poor. They belong to truth. And truth, no matter how buried, always finds its way into the light.
