“Honey, I know you’re gonna get a call for one of those schools you applied to. It’s best the Bishops know ahead of time, so they can replace you once you leave. As much as I want you to stay, we all knew it wasn’t a permanent situation.” Gigi pulls another empty pan from the cabinet and rolls parchment paper on top. Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. That’s only three months from now. This whole time, have I been living in a fantasy world and just playing house with John and Maize? The thought of it weighs heavy on my heart, but I force a smile.
“You never know, Gigi. Haven’t gotten a call yet. Might not get one at all this school year. Competition is fierce in small towns,” I tell her, almost hopeful about it.
She lets out a laugh. “With your grades and experience student teaching,
