- 20.
My assistant was working–class, and her
parents had passed away.
She was a good kid.
I was curious.
Even, it seemed she was going out of her way
to keep the assistant from seeing her.
My assistant’s mother was Brittany’s middle
school teacher, but it turned out that she had
retired while still young.
I knew the pictures were similar, but there
had to be something else.
I had a thought.
The assistant was always wearing dark
glasses.
But Brittany smiled, that was it.
I grabbed the photos and realized that maybe
things were not what they seemed.
