” he said.
I stared at him.
“What is this?”
“The project.”
I glanced toward Stormy. Cris followed my gaze and suddenly understood.
“Oh,” he whispered. “You thought…”
“Yes.”
His face filled with horror.
“No. Absolutely not.”
I demanded an explanation for the gym visits, secret conversations, and unexplained disappearances.
Stormy stepped forward.
“I was teaching continue reading …