I got up early for school the next morning and made Brooke a cup of coffee as I prepared my lunch for the day. I really did not want to eat food from the school cafeteria unless I had to.
Brooke wandered sleepily into the kitchen and smiled at me.
“I made you a coffee,” I nodded to the cup of steaming coffee on the counter. It smelled great, but I still didn’t feel right drinking it.
“Thanks, kiddo. That’s really sweet of you.”
“It’s fine. I used to make coffee for my dad in the morning and…”
Brooke’s expression hardened and I knew immediately that I had said the wrong thing.
This was the first test of whether she would break character while we were in private like this or remain as Brooke Cooper.
“I’m going to talk to Nicholas today.”
“Nicholas?”
“The principal.”
“Oh, right. Bec
