“Grace is leaving. She got a new job for next year.” “Shit,” he murmured. “Are you okay?” “It doesn’t feel real yet. It probably won’t until the new school year starts up and I have to be nice to the stranger who takes over her classroom.” I brushed some hair away from my face. “But I don’t want to talk about it right now. My feelings are too messy.” “I don’t care. Be messy.”
