As Tucker walked out the door, Chad looked to him, his brows raised in question.
“Mr. Burke.”
There was no way to warn him. Chamberlain was right on Tucker’s heels. Chad was about to get the same lecture, no doubt.
Tucker showed up for graduation duet rehearsal. Chad didn’t, and Mrs. C. showed up late.
“Chad can’t stay tonight. You, actually, may have to do the solo on your own.”
“Bullsh—What? Why?”
“I’m not sure, Tucker. Dr. Chamberlain just told me.”
Mrs. C. sat down at her desk. She hung her head. Tucker suddenly felt ashamed. “Oh. I’m going to go, then,” he said. He stood. “I don’t want to do the solo…if Chad can’t.”