The Billionaire's Regret
There were pale-blue chairs, a magnetic whiteboard, a low shelf with books, crayons, flashcards, and a small box filled with stickers.
I stepped two paces farther inside, taking in the lighting, the placement of the table, the texture of the rug, the distance between the bookshelf and the windows.
Everything was right.
Poppy had already climbed into her chair, then immediately pointed at the empty one beside her. “Bunny sits here.”
Miss Lila set her bag on the table. “Bunny can stay with us, but Bunny doesn’t do the assignments.”
“Why? She’s an emotional support witness.”