Nothing Between Us
“She’d called him in for a last-minute meeting, and after the interviews he’d been through last week, he didn’t have a lot of hope. Keats’s father had apparently painted quite the picture of an irresponsible, devious Colby Wilkes, and the board had treated Colby in a way that let him know they were giving Alan Keats’s claims some credence. They’d even asked him if he thought his “homosexual status” made the male students reluctant to open up to him. He’d wanted to break things.
And walking through the busy hallways to get here this afternoon, seeing the kids stream past him, some waving and happy to see him—it had physically hurt. These few weeks away felt like years. He’d enjoyed spending his off time with Georgia and Keats, but he missed his job more than he could say.
Rowan breezed in, a stack of folders in her hands and her hair tucked neatly into a low ponytail. “Thanks for getting here so quickly. Sorry I’m running a few minutes late.”
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