Two days. Two days. Jennet couldn’t get the words out of her head. Halloween was the day after tomorrow. Where was Tam? Was he all right? She hadn’t heard from him in too long.
“Miss Carter. Pay attention please.”
She jerked her gaze to the front of the classroom. Mr. Davis, the ever-grumpy math teacher, was pointing at a problem on the screen, clearly expecting her to solve it.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Admitting her mistakes made her squirm, but it was better than trying to fudge her way out of them. Feyland had taught her that much.
“I expect more than that, young lady.” Mr. Davis scowled at her. Then he leaned forward, as though he were seeing her for the first time. “Go talk to the nurse at lunch. You’re not looking well.”
No kidding. Every morning
