Put the Pieces Together

Leila

I had gotten a rather vague text from Christopher last night and nothing more. I felt horrible for crashing into the kitchen and interrupting the father-son thing. I should have stayed put. I had woken up and found Christopher missing from bed. I assumed he was in the kitchen making coffee like he had before. I had gotten up and headed downstairs.

I walked right into the middle of something between Christopher and his son. I had sensed it the moment it happened, but I was too late. There was no turning back. The kid had seen me, and he was not happy about it.

I walked into my office, dropping my briefcase on the desk and taking my seat. I looked at the picture on the wall and smiled. I would always remember the students in that class. Not because they had impressed me, but because Christopher had. I had looked at the picture about a million times. They had used a selfie-stick and taken the picture in the classroom. It was goofy. Half of them were looking at the wall or each othe