He had given the answer I had not let myself hope for.

I was worth more than the overtime.

He had said so, not with a speech, but with a no, which is the only way that kind of thing is ever really said.

Chapter 16 — Write It Down This Time

That same afternoon, with only two hours left in the school day, he drove me back to school, simply because I told him I wanted to go.

The long hallway smelled of pine floor wax and disinfectant, and the heat had been turned up far too high for the mild day outside.