Chapter 38Carter didn’t know how to process that information. He felt a wave of shock, then embarrassment.
“How long have you been spying on me? Why? What did Seifer want to know? What did you see?” The questions poured out of him. His face flushed, as anyone’s might once they’ve found out they’ve been watched in public or possibly private moments.
“Nothing that interesting,” she reassured. “No offense by that. It wasn’t that often, and you were just one of many people. Mister Seifer was actually quite frustrated that there wasn’t a lot to report about you. It started about a year ago. You were still in high school, apparently having some trouble, but had been doing better by the time I started watching. I didn’t understand what he wanted me to watch for. It was like he was waiting for s
