Chapter 6

• And that was apparently that because he looked pointedly away from me toward the gates and kept standing in front of the door.
• With a nod and, what I was sure was the second of many, sighs of the day, I put down my box and sat on the top step, waiting until Mr. Byron St. James could whittle out a couple of minutes to tell me what my fate was.
• Judging my the time on my phone, it was the exact second the big hand hit twelve and the hour changed to ten that the door swung open, making my heart feel like it did a similar motion as I whipped my head around to see St. James standing in the doorway in gray slacks and a tailored white button-up, another expensive watch on his wrist.