“Because kids wander.”
“With Mason outside.”
The director looked at Mason.
“Did Trent tell you that you had to sleep outside?”
Mason opened his mouth.
Trent shifted in his chair.
That tiny movement stopped him.
Priya noticed.
“So this isn’t the first thing.”
Mason said nothing.
The director leaned forward.
“Mason.”
His eyes filled.
“He takes our letters.”
The room went silent.
“What letters?” Priya asked.
“The ones home.”
Trent’s head snapped toward him.
Mason’s voice shook.
“He reads them first.”
The director stared at Trent.
“You do what?”
“He’s confused.”
Mason reached into his pocket.
A folded piece of paper.
“I wrote this yesterday.”
He handed it to Priya.
Large black lines crossed several sentences.
At the bottom was Trent’s handwriting.
REWRITE WITHOUT COMPLAINING.
