NORA
Nora didn’t make it home for lunch with her father. The sheriff questioned them in the staff room right through recess. Other than the make of Adam’s car and the address Bettina pulled up on her computer, nobody had anything helpful to say, but that didn’t stop Bill Watterly from asking how long they’d known Adam and whether they’d seen any strangers lurking around the school while Nora watched the clock, thought about her father drinking in the camper, and seethed with frustration.
After the sheriff left the day trudged by. Nora’s afternoon classes didn’t know what had happened – Bill had asked them not to tell the students yet – but they knew it was something big, and their excitement made them antsy. Nora clung to her patience with difficulty. Her mother had taught language arts
