My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
“So she can check with him.”
Lauren nodded.
“Yes.”
Clara wrote the number carefully, digit by digit.
When she finished, she checked it against Lauren’s phone and corrected a number she’d reversed.
She could almost hear Ben telling her not to guess.
For the report, she had spent evenings asking him questions between his duties.
Sometimes the video connection was good.