“You’re the one who keeps telling me what a great student she is.” Roger had lost count of how often he and Juliette had rehashed this exact same conversation. He figured it could be another dozen times or so until anything really sank in.
With light from the setting sun pouring in through the window, Juliette sat across from her husband and eyed the Scrabble board. “I know, I’m just worried, that’s all.”
Roger put down a twenty-point word. “You’re worried that she’s going to leave like the other Secret Seminary students, and you’re not going to know what happens to her, right?”
Juliette nodded and rearranged the tiles on her letter tray.
“I know, Baby Cakes. I know.” Roger reached his arm across the table, his sleeve grazing one of the letters near the side of the board. The game was
