“What?”
Jack was standing at his desk, staring at the new teacher in front of him, who had just told the class that Mr. Whyte had resigned and was no longer working at the school.
Miss Sethers, a human teacher still fairly new to the school, looked taken aback by his response. She tried to regain her equilibrium and opened her mouth to say something else, but in those seconds Jack had already left the room, racing for Michael’s office.
She must be wrong.
[She must be.]
We were together this morning.
[We had breakfast together.]
He wouldn’t leave us now—
Jack stood still as the empty office room came into view. Walking slowly, disbelieving, into the room they’d shared their passion with just last night and seeing it stripped of everything that made it Michael’s, Jack felt his hear
