this time, he followed her;
intothe janitor's closet.
her eyes were red, as if
straining herself from crying.
he kneeled next to her,
pushing a loose strand of
hair behind her ear
"tell me what's wrong?"
she took a deep breath, her voice
unsteady. "it's nothing."
"v."
"it's nothing."
"virginia."
"caleb. drop it."
