When she woke, Bonnie’s phone flashed with blue and green lights. Green meant f*******: message, which meant someone who didn’t have Bonnie’s phone number, which most likely meant someone Bonnie didn’t want to talk to.
Blue meant text messages, and she swiped on the phone to check them. Michelle, her mom, Cheryl. Bonnie didn’t have time to read them all right now. Already overwhelmed, and only Monday, she put the phone face-down on the nightstand and went to get ready for work.
By the time she got to school, she was ready to go home again. She’d taken so much time off work, though, that she couldn’t leave. So she summoned as much patience and energy as she could and entered the classroom.
Michelle met her eye from the front of the room, where she’d already gathered the students for thei
