It's hard to keep my head down, to pretend nothing is happening while the message passes from student to student. Subtle nods come my way all day, a few with tears behind them, more with the relief someone is finally doing something.

I feel like I'm who I'm supposed to be at last.

Of course, this could all go wrong if anyone lets the plan slip. All it will take is one fearful victim to run to Tom and spill the beans. But, as the day goes on and my careful surveillance ...