"I work here, Caitlyn. I work as a janitor here," Bella said.
Caitlyn smiled at the information, but inside, she knew. Bella was the smartest student in high school. The teachers loved her. She had applied to Harvard and was accepted. I don't know what happened until now. Bella works at a school as a janitor.
"Oh, that's great," Caitlyn said. "Good luck with your job."
Bella smiled. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She knew what Caitlyn was thinking.
"My father divorced my mom. And then he married another woman. My mom died, and then I went on with my life." Bella explained to keep Caitlyn guessing.
"I am so sorry, Bella."
"No need. That's in the past. I'm enjoying my life right now. Then what about you? Why are you here?"
"Ah, that." Caitlyn was at a loss about how to explain.
