CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MACKENZIE
SIX MONTHS LATER
I cannot believe another school year is ending. When I first started teaching, Mom would always tell me how the years pass by so fast. Now, I understand. Some of the kids I taught years ago are going into junior high. They were sweet little babies, and now they’re hormonal teenagers.
The spring program will start in thirty minutes, and I have pre-show jitters since most of the town will be attending. I know the students will do amazing because they’ve spent countless hours rehearsing.
“Did you find Silvia’s yellow shirt?” Lacey asks a few teachers who are standing on the side of the bleachers.
“I did and already gave it to her,” I tell her.
Lacey blows out a breath. “Thank God. She was having a complete meltdown just a while ago, so I we
