My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom
The photograph and drawing stood beside each other on the dresser.
She opened her backpack.
Inside the front pocket was the yellow sticky note.
The paper had softened along its folds.
She unfolded it.
Read the sentence.
I am sorry for presenting information I could not prove.
For several seconds, she looked at the words.