Crimson
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My life was a series of quiet calculations. A math teacher in a sleepy southern town, I thought I had all the variables accounted for. The students, the lesson plans, the slow, predictable rhythm of the seasons. ​Then he walked into my classroom. ​He was a boy with eyes that had seen too many winters. A story I couldn't read, a silence that was louder than any noise in the hallways. They say some people cast a long shadow. His was an eclipse, and it fell over everything I thought I knew. ​I was a teacher. He was my student. That was the first line I crossed. ​The second was believing I could get close to a storm without being swept away. ​I should have known his secrets had teeth. I just never imagined they would be the first to bite.
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