Chapter 4
“I’m so sorry, Cera. I thought we’d definitely be able to offer you a teaching position at the center—especially in light of the amazing work you’ve already done for us.”
Cera, who’d just been walking out of the grad student lounge when Nancy Dulcene’s name popped up on her phone’s caller ID, cringed. And then her heart sank as Nancy explained why she wouldn’t able to offer Cera a teaching position at the Lighthouse Center for Autism, even though she was more than qualified for the job.
At least she didn’t bother to lie about strong applicant pools and tough decisions, like the other three autism programs in Florida to which she’d applied. But, Lighthouse, had been where she’d done her Practicum hours for the Special Education part of her dual degree. And Nancy had all but ass
