Chapter 38

Summer

Within moments of Ian leaving, my cell rang. If I hadn't been so shocked, I probably would've ignored it. But at that point, I was still numb, staring at the door, shaking uncontrollably.

"Summer, it's Elizabeth." The elementary school principal. Why was she calling on a Sunday? In summer? "I'm sorry to report Jon Melbourne died late last night."

I stared at the kitchen doorway, at the pictures my students had made for me posted on the fridge. Jon's was right on top. A cute scene of us holding hands in the grass. In the picture, he'd given himself back the hair chemo had stolen.

It took me three attempts to find my voice and thank Elizabeth for calling. My phone fell from my limp fingers.