“I apologize, Dean Whitford,” I say, in a tone that I barely recognize myself. “Evie… she’s anamazingly imaginative child, but she suffers from social anxiety issues. You’ll think this sounds crazy,but she copes by pretending she’s an alien who has crashed down on earth. And in that crazy realityshe’s dreamed up—”
“You are not her parents,” Dean Whitford finishes sympathetically.
“Exactly,” I say with audible relief. “I’m so glad you understand. This environment is veryintimidating for a child. If I’m being honest, it’s intimidating for me, too.”
Mr. Whitford’s eyes twinkle slightly just before he lets out an appreciative little chuckle.
“Never fear, Mrs. Mazzeo,” he assures me. “You’ll fit in just fine.”
She’s been quiet and detached for most of the inte
