Kids streamed out of the main glass doors, tugging their hoods up against the steady rain.

Hannah came out of the building slowly.

She was holding her right side, pressing her elbow tight against her ribs.

She got into the passenger seat and dropped a heavy canvas gym bag at her feet.

“I packed what you told me to pack,” she said.

Her voice was soft and unsure, barely above a whisper.

“Only the clothes from your locker?” I asked.

“Sweatpants, a couple of T-shirts, my sneakers and my hairbrush,” she said.