The Day After Father’s Day

“I’m here,” read Seth Grady’s text, as if I’d been expecting him.“Here where?” I texted back on my q9 keyboard. Across from me Luna, the other co-op student at this elementary school sat cutting out half-sheet booklets for tomorrow’s lesson.“At St Amelia’s,” Seth replied. “Where you told me you’d be.”My eyes widened as I stared…

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