Chapter 45

• “We can’t shut down the school,” Mr. Jorge said. He tapped his fingers on his desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose. I saw the bags under his eyes and the tics beneath them. He was stressed just thinking about the possibility that our security had been breached.
• “Did no one see anything unusual?” He asked the security men and Matron and Concierge for the umpteenth time.
• “No, sir, we have searched and there was no sign of forced entry.”