Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.

She’d just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he’d know that she’d said she’d give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn’t have to do that—did she? She’d worked past the time in her contract that said she’d have to pay the money ...