“Ms. Lawrence, I can read now!”I turned around. Hugo was already running up to me, holding his textbook above his head.He stood close, his voice loud and clear.“Apple, bee, cat—I know all the words!”I smiled and nodded. “One more time, please.”Morning mist drifted over the earthy playground.Drafts seeped through the cracks in the classroom, plastic sheeting covered the windows, and paint was peeling off along the edges of the chalkboard.Yet when the children looked at me, their eyes always shone bright.No matter when, I was always surrounded by a big crowd of them.“Ms. Lawrence.”“Ms. Lawrence, did I write this right?”“Ms. Lawrence, we’re having sweet potatoes for lunch today!”Their voices called out to me one after another, purer and better than any applause I had ever heard.Meanwhile, back in the city, chaos had broken out.Over the past two weeks, Josh had scoured every neighboring city, checking bus stations, inns and local schools.Driving late at night
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