Chapter 41 Anna New Plan

• Okay,” Allesandro whispered and picked up the red crayon again.
• Miss Olivia watched him quietly from her crouch beside the desk. That word small, soft, uncertain stayed with her even as she rose and moved away. Something about it didn't sit right. Or maybe it sat too right. It lodged itself beneath her skin like a splinter.
• She walked back to her desk and opened the attendance sheet, but her fingers hovered above the paper. She blinked and stared through the numbers.