We had walked halfway down Levi's classroom hallway when he and Tanya came out again, hand in hand. Several small kids were peeking around the door of the classroom, screaming at Levi to come back soon. All of them had large, toothy smiles on their faces. Levi, the little showman he was, would turn his head and wave frantically at them.
The crowd of kids cheered again when he waved.
My heart warmed, getting fuller by the second.
Tanya approached us, bowing her head at me but skipping the formalities with Bastian. Despite his earlier confession, I felt a spike of anger at how informally she addressed him. Like she knew him in ways she wasn't supposed to know him. And I wanted her head for it.
"As you can see," Tanya said and glanced over her shoulder. "He made a bunch of friends almost
