After everything, I tried my best to ignore my boss the following morning. I watched the kids leave for school and walked them to the car. Mrs. Ella's unexpected death and Mr. Daniels' odd behavior—for someone whose wife passed away, he does not seem to be moved by her passing—make me wonder if there is anything I should know. "Zoey,?" BEHIND, Daniel shouted my name. After tuning and facing him, I lowered my gaze to his and said, "Yes, sir," bending my hand behind my back. His feet were moving toward me, but they stopped when they were near me. He put his hand to my chin and then returned...