Friday afternoon, she was exhausted. She had returned to work and the kids, despite missing her and being alone with Dante all week, appeared bent on making her earn the income she was paid for being there. With only two weeks of school left, they were not concentrating, and it was making her crazy.
Eric and Peyton had been shooting angry glares at each other throughout the entire last period class, to the point where they both had missed their cues in their part of the upcoming showcase. She shook her head as the final bell for the day rang.
“Eric, Peyton, stick around,” she croaked out, wishing her voice had been back to full force but after talking all day it was weak. The class emptied except the two she asked to stay, and she folded her arms over her chest, “whatever it is going on,
