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“I’ll let you know the moment I am granted or denied the subpoena.”

“Thank you very much.”

“You do plan to tell me some details after I get this, right?”

“I will.”

“Okay. Are you okay?”

Carla hesitated. “Not really. I might lose my mind if I don’t find some answers.”

“I’m all over this, then I’m coming over, and we can talk.”

“Okay. Thanks, goodnight.”

Carla ended the call and sat back against her headboard.

After the doctor’s visit, she came home, showered, and climbed into bed to call Phoebe. She sighed, knowing she would have answers soon for it all.

And if they revealed what she knew in her heart—that she hadn’t slept with Lennox, Carla would breathe easy and never look at Lennox’s lying face again.

* * *

“Good morning Ms. Jones.”Carrie Magnolia strolled into the room with books crushed against her chest and her sidekick Samantha in her shadow.

“Good morning, Ms. Magnolia. Why don’t you just get a bookbag?”

Carrie frowned. “Nothing about those are very stylish.”

Carla smirked. “So, you’d rather tote around an armful of books instead of puting them in a bag that you can carry easier?”

“I carry these just fine. Thanks for your concern, though. How’s the boyfriend?”

At the mention of Jacob, Carla’s heart warmed, but her smile fell. “Mind your business and have a seat.”

Samantha laughed, and Carrie cut her eyes at Samantha.

“What are you laughing about?”

Samantha’s mirth dried up instantly. “Nothing.”

Carrie put on a phony smile. “That’s what I thought.”

Sicily strolled in. “Good morning, Ms. Jones.”

“Hey, Sicily!” Carrie said enthusiastically.

Both Carla and Sicily eyed Carrie suspiciously.

“Hey.”

Carrie tossed an arm around Sicily’s shoulder and pulled her close. “I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“Yeah, I had a doctor’s appointment.”

“Oh. Everything’s okay, isn’t it?”

Beverly Moore entered the room, annoyed that Carla was back instead of the substitute teacher.