Chapter 11
The moment Sam stepped into the local elementary school where Isabelle Swanner taught kindergarten, he was impressed. The building didn’t look all that old from the outside, and the interior was warm and inviting. It was spotlessly clean, with shiny, newly waxed floors, and it appeared as if they had no maintenance issues whatsoever. Sam could definitely get used to a place like this.
He walked into the office and was greeted by an older woman with a warm smile. According to her desk placard, this was Ms. Miller, the receptionist. “Hi, there,” she said with a thick southern accent. “How can I help you, hon?”
“Good morning,” Sam said, hoping he sounded professional. “I’m Sam, Sam Abernathy, and I have a 10:00 appointment with Ms. Shelby regarding the fifth grade science positi
