A woman with silver-rimmed glasses came from the kitchen.

“Perhaps we should finish our meeting in the library,” she said gently to the students.

“Thank you, Ms.

Alvarez,” I said.

The girls followed her out, leaving Gavin staring at a table where information about scholarships had replaced the souvenirs he expected to display.

He reached for the blue binder.

I moved it out of reach.

“Before you touch anything,” I said, “there are some documents you need to read.”