Room 3B at St. Catherine's Academy had three features that mattered: a window that faced the courtyard and caught the morning light, a desk that wobbled if you pressed too hard on the left leg, and a
She arrived on a Monday in October. The trunk with her belongings had been delivered the day before, and inside it was everything she owned: three dresses, two sweaters, a stack of letters from her parents that she had read until the paper was soft at the folds, and a small photograph of her parents standing in front of a gas station outside Altoona, Pennsylvania, smiling in the way that people...
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