n a Tuesday, a week

"Ms. Sarah Connell

me, the name I still used

ad died in a rockslide at a dig si

s still a ra

k, was asleep in his

, was an archite

t coordinator of the North End Charter School,

confused. Maya

al request to enroll Maya, using my address

't said

herited from my parents, was

ad just moved into a rental down the street. She

ed. Cold anger s

l Mark came h

I was tired, still

olding up my phon

t, then waved a

help. Maya's a great kid,

My address? Wi

for years. I was just helping out Brenda. She's a struggling single m

l, like he was disc

who somehow affords a ren

ook, don't make a mount

dentity, Mark.

ning a hand th

matic. It's just

ed crying. Mar

ching, my heart colder tha

ouse, Mark

ne hardening. "We're a team, remember