I sat at my desk reading over the papers that were handed in from my students while they were outside during recess. This was something that Sasha was supposed to do but I loved reading what the children wrote. They knew Sasha would be grading their papers that way they could write to her about things they didn’t want me to know.
I was still paranoid about Miranda showing up and talking to Miles, more paranoid about that than I was about Jonas, because with Jonas, I can try to handle him. I know him. Her, I don’t and she has the one thing I don’t have right now and that is a grasp on Miles.
He still hasn’t really talked to us about what happened. I’m not sure if he has had further contract with her but it seems like every day, he’s more and more closed off. Watching him, he’s not his hap
