Chapter Twenty One
Venessa’s pov
The casual lunch outing happened much faster and much more suddenly than I ever could have expected or prepared myself for.
Mrs. Renato our brand-new community center director who had temporarily taken over all the daily operations from Mrs. Lillian while she was away on her extended medical leave completely cornered me in the small staff kitchen on Tuesday morning. I was just standing by the sink, rinsing out my empty coffee mug, when she walked into the room. She was holding a heavy silver clipboard tightly against her chest, and she was wearing her signature, familiar, no-nonsense facial expression that meant she was on a strict mission. She closed the heavy wooden kitchen door firmly behind her, cutting off the loud, echoing sounds of the children p
