The next evening, Emma made herself a tuna salad sandwich
with everything she liked, for once: chopped apples, a handful of dried
cranberries, and a few chopped walnuts. “Mmm,” she breathed as she took the
first bite. But she soon forgot the sandwich as she read Rachel’s next entry.
Monday 10/4/99
While Ana was cleaning the chalkboard in detention today, I sat down in Javier’s desk on the front row. I cleared my throat and said, “Ana, I’m going to ask you something, and I hope you’ll feel comfortable enough to answer me. But I’ll understand if you don’t.”
She stopped scrubbing and asked warily, “What is it, Miss?”
