Summer

Within moments of Ian leaving, my cell rang. If I hadn't been so shocked, I probably would've ignored it. But at that point, I was still numb, staring at the door, shaking uncontrollably.

"Summer, it's Elizabeth." The elementary school principal. Why was she calling on a Sunday? In summer? "I'm sorry to report Jon Melbourne died late last night."

I stared at the kitchen doorway, at the pictures my students had made for me posted on the fridge. Jon's was ...