It was Ms. Abernathy, the school librarian, who first tried to warn me. She caught me in the hallway one afternoon as I was mopping up some spilled soda near the cafeteria.
“Mr. Collins,” she said quietly, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Mikey.”
Something in her tone made me stop. “What about him?”
She glanced around to make sure we were alone. “He’s been spending every lunch period in the library. At first, I thought he just liked to read, but…” She hesitated. “I think he’s hiding.”
“Hiding from what?”
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