The anthem is just beginning to play as I rush to my desk. Michael isn’t there which is weird because he’s always there. I pull my phone out to text him and see if he’s okay when I spot the texts from him I’d forgotten to open. I click on his name and begin reading:

6:45 p.m.

MICHAEL: U look beautiful, why R U so dressed up 4 a person U never met B4?

6:46 p.m.

MICHAEL: Call me after he’s left.

11:18 p.m.

MICHAEL: Did he leave?

12:01 a.m.

MICHAEL: Why Rn’t U calling me?

9:00 a.m.

MICHAEL: Meet me in my car after devotion.

I can’t breathe. He...