Marksman POV

“Marksman!”

Marksman turned and smiled at Cassie Knowles, Keely’s teacher. She wheeled her supermarket trolley toward him and returned his smile.

“Hi Cassie,” he said, putting a bag of potatoes into his cart.

“Hi,” she said, and then her expression changed. “Sorry to catch you in the supermarket, but I was hoping to talk with you if that’s okay?”

Marksman’s brow furrowed. “Is everything okay? Is Keely all right?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you,” she said, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. “Did something happen at home?”

“No. Why?”

Cassie sighed. “Keely hasn’t been the same happy girl that she used to be. I...