“Did that just happen?” I ask the room.

Everyone nods, wide-eyed.

“Miss Libby,” Miss Alba calls. “Come help me take the towels to your bathroom, please.”

Liberty gently passes the book back to Memphis before climbing down to shadow Miss Alba. I’m grateful for the distraction she offers so we may discuss the situation.

“That’s not normal.” Amy simply states what we all struggle to comprehend.

“Have you read that story to her ...