“We fucked a few times. Once, on her desk, during a detention she gave me”—another smirk as he remembers and I quietly seethe—“and then I left for the summer and when I came back, she was gone. She was no longer on the staff.” He shrugs. “I didn’t think anything of it, but I should have known.” “You should have known that she was pregnant by her fifteen-year-old student?” Just saying it out loud makes my face twist with disgust. “No, that my father was somehow involved in her leaving.”
