“That’s the highest score in the entire morning session.”

Claire blinked, looking from the green paper to Arthur’s face.

“What about Mason?” Claire asked softly.

“Seventy-one,” Arthur said.

He tucked the green slip back into his pocket and tapped the clipboard against his thigh.

“The boys didn’t just pass, Claire.

They owned the room.”

Claire looked down at the untouched, lukewarm styrofoam cup in her hand.