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A long lunch in which she'd fielded questions from Tesia – you couldn't be blamed for thinking the woman wanted to be a reporter more than she wanted to be a baker – left Melissa feeling even more tired than she had been that morning. She was burned out, and that made the prospect of having yet another difficult conversation less than appealing to say the least. But she owed her friends this much.
Melissa was beginning to suspect that they might have pieced some of this together on their own. Director Andalon had been kind enough to e-mail her a summary of what they had learned from Brinton. A shiver went through her when she thought about it. Just two weeks ago, she would have insisted on being part of that interrogation, but after the incident at the university, she was more than ha
