“Lots of med schools don’t have foreign language requirements, Scarlett.” So unnervingly compelling, the way my name is distorted through his accent, inside his mouth. “It looks good, though.” “So does a near-perfect GPA.” “I don’t have—” “Yes, you do.” I pinch my lips. “How do you even—” “I don’t. But you’re not the type to leave that to chance.”
