Chapter 80 Locked And Unholy (1)

• Janet
• “Can we open our books to page one-fifty-four, please?”
• My voice sounded dry and empty, even to my own ears. I stood at the front of the classroom, pulling at the hem of my skirt. It was a bit shorter than my usual mid-calf woolen plaid skirts, and the low-rise top, a relic from my thirties that I’d found at the back of the closet this morning, felt like it was betraying me. I’d spent an hour flat-ironing my brunette hair and applying makeup, hoping it would hide the puffiness in my eyes from crying over the latest email from my divorce lawyer.