Hard Light
Hard Light The paper bag hit Frankie's desk at exactly 10:17 AM, and she knew before she looked at it that something was wrong. It was the way the proctor's face had gone flat—the particular expression of someone who was delivering bad news and had rehearsed the delivery but not the compassion. "Miss Moretti. Step outside." Frankie stood up. The test hall was one of those folding-room setups...
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