XIV.I Echoes of the Past
Time slows to a crawl...

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"Damn it, Liz!" the bedraggled teacher almost shouted in her bedroom just as soon as she woke up. "Why didn't you call me?!"

It was on a gloomy Saturday morning that Heather found herself scrambling to get dressed just so she could catch the earliest bus heading to Riverside. Liz's text was a rude awakening to an otherwise dreamless sleep, her actual lack of rest non-withstanding as the bedraggled homeroom teacher hurriedly brandished a pair of faded jeans and a random t-shirt she top-decked off of her drawers.

"Fuck, fuck.... Fuck!"

She'd been receiving calls from both kids' parents since last night. And every time, her heart ached for the worry and anxiety seeping through the voices of Lina and Charlie's respective guardians.
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