Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
Now I was ready to throw it away just because my biological parents brought me a toy and smiled at me.
“They’re coming back before visiting hours end,” I said.
“They said they were going to get a hotel.”
“Go back upstairs and see what they have to say,” Rachel said.
I rode the elevator back up to the third floor.
The hallways were quiet.
The overhead lights had been dimmed for the night shift.
When I pushed open the door to Room 314, Linda and Richard were standing by the window.
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