Jack stood silent for a moment next to Allison’s car. “Sorry, about this. Honestly, Charlie didn’t tell me he did this until an hour before you showed up, and nothing about Erin being involved.”
She grinned. “I only came because I thought he was trying to set us up and I thought we should have a conversation about that. To find he was trying so in earnest to help Erin, well, you’re a lucky man, Jack Rydell.”
He smiled back. “Yeah. He’s a great kid. But what about Erin? Why wouldn’t she learn to read? Why is she so sure she can’t do it.”
Allison ran a hand through her hair. “Best guess? This is without once working with her or even discussing her circumstances, I’d guess she actually is dyslexic. She might not know it. The range of what dyslexia means to each individual is huge. Sometime
