Was this finally real? Someone who wanted to talk?
“Shane?”
I could barely form the words through the chokehold of coming tears. “Don’t look at me.” I swallowed them back, knowing that if they started, I’d never be able to stop. Utterly self-conscious, I felt the tears must have been visible from the hallway, giant beach-ball-sized globes. So I sat perfectly still and just talked. Maybe then, nobody passing by the open door would see anything but a teacher and student having a lesson.
“It’s okay, Shane. We’re alone in here.” Mr. Bridge took his headset off and opened the booth.
I rapped on the glass of my booth, pointing to my headset. “Please, just put your headset on.” I looked down at my desk, unable to look at him.
“Nobody can hear us Shane, it’s okay.” I shook my head. What if so
