Later that evening, Rain blew his nose and then stuffed the Kleenex back into his pocket.
On the screen, Faustina looked visibly shaken. “Okay? Feel better?”
They were Skyping again, and though Rain had tried hard not to break down during their conversation, while he’d recounted his meeting with Mrs. Brien, the school principal, he’d burst into tears. He was so relieved. So happy and relieved.
“So she needs you to get that diagnostic,” Faustina said. “So you can get him the extra time during the exams and priority with the school specialist?”
“Yeah,” he said, still grappling with this news. He’d been prepared for the worst again, but Mrs. Brien had been so supportive and understanding. She’d listened to him. Really listened to his concerns, his experiences with Pip, and his opinion on
