Isaac appeared with a tray, not long after Racheal took her seat behind her desk.

“Ma’am. He said.

She nodded toward the sitting area, and he went in with the tray and dropped it on the table.

She turned back to the desktop, and finished looking at the sheets from yesterday.

She was happy to mark the project as complete. She did not want to have to look at anything that reminded her of that camp.

It was too painful.

She hoped Spencer Sherrod would reap the fruits of his wickedness. ...