Caleb had called me down to his office. I chewed my thumbnail, wondering if he’d discovered that I’d stolen from him. I shuffled my feet along, drawing out the approach as long as possible.

I knocked lightly and the door, slightly cracked, pushed inward. Caleb was sitting at his desk, squinting at a page he was holding up into the light. He glanced at me quickly and then back at what he was holding.

“What are you wearing?” he asked.

I looked down at my leggings ...