Nina
I tried calling my mother after I discovered that the baby picture was missing, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer. Cursing to myself, I hung up the phone and decided that it was too late now to worry about it; the damage had already been done, it was late at night, and I had work in the morning.
The next morning, I awoke with a start to the sound of my alarm and rain pattering against the window. I crawled out of bed, showered, dressed, and made my way to Tiffany’s office with a cup of coffee from the dining hall in my hand. It was so hot that it burned my hand a bit through the cardboard, but I was too focused on getting out of the rain to care.
“Good morning!” Tiffany called from her desk when I entered, her voice chipper as usual. I managed a tired smile and shook my umbrell
