CHAPTER 18
KATRINA DIDN’T REALIZE that even schools as small as Orchard Grove had buzzers to let you into the building and strict sign-in procedures for all the guests. Even though she arrived five minutes after the school day ended, she still had to sign in at the office, then ask for directions twice so her voice could carry over the screams and shouts of all the students running to meet up with their friends or catch their busses home.
The door to the music room was only a few inches open, so she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to knock or just go in. She rapped her knuckles against the wood, but the movement was so timid even she couldn’t hear a sound. She nudged the door open with her foot. “Hello?”
She thought a school the size of Orchard Grove would have a smaller music room. She
