A server paused beside the door with a tray of coffee cups.
Evan did not look toward the classmates who had failed to remember him. He watched Mrs. Carter get to her feet.
When she reached him, she took the envelope with both hands.
“I was supposed to help you,” she whispered.
He nodded. “You did.”
Inside were the foundation’s letter, a plain-language summary of the commitment, and the photograph from the workshop. She found the picture first.
“Oh,” she said softly. “My awful sandwich.”Evan laughed through a breath
