Letty stood by the window with both hands over her mouth. Millie sat beside her, wearing the wig. On her thin face, it looked beautiful.
Her mother stood behind her, crying into a tissue.
And in the middle of the room, on Mr. Brennan’s desk, sat Jonathan’s old yellow hard hat.
His name was still written inside the rim. The glittery purple star Letty had stuck on it when she was six was still there too.
Millie sat beside her, wearing the wig.
Mr. Brennan shut the door behind me. “Piper, before they explain, there’s something else you need to know. The boys who laughed at Millie didn’t just do it once. We pulled one of them from class after Letty brought in the wig. A teacher overheard enough that we started asking questions.”
Jenna’s face hardened. “My daughter has been eating lunch in the nurse’s bathroom for two weeks.”
I looked at Millie. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Letty went white. “I didn’t know it was that long.”
Six men stood around the desk in work jackets and heavy boots, all trying to look less overwhelming than they naturally did.
“I didn’t know it was that long.”
Luis stepped forward first.
“Piper.”
I pressed a hand to my chest. “Why is Jonathan’s hat here?”
Another man moved beside him. Marcus, Jonathan’s old supervisor.
He held out an envelope.
“Your husband kept this in his locker,” he said. “He told us if the right day ever came, we’d know. Yesterday Teresa told Luis what Letty did. Luis told us. And we came, because that’s what you do for family.”
He held out an envelope.
I looked at the envelope.
