News of Annie Jensen's sentencing reached Yara while she was teaching at a rural elementary school.
She stared blankly at the phone notification for a long, long moment.
"Ms. Dye, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" A dark-skinned little boy beside the podium tilted his head and asked, genuinely worried.
Yara snapped back to the present and shook her head gently. "I'm fine. Here, recite the third paragraph of this passage for me."
The boy nodded obediently and launched into the recitation, his head bobbing side to side in that childish, sing-song way.
Yara's gaze drifted past him, landing on a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing by the classroom window.
The man spotted her and waved softly.
Yara gave a small nod in return. After listening to the boy finish, she told the students
