“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Again?”
“Again.”
She leaned against a piling, watching him for a moment before digging into her backpack and pulling out a folded sheet of paper.
“I need your signature.”
He took the paper without looking at it immediately.
“What is it?”
“Field trip. School orchestra’s playing at the naval base next week. Some big ceremony for special forces units or something. Apparently a lot of rich officers will be there and Principal Hensley thinks they might donate to the music program if we impress them.”
Elias finally glanced down at the form.
The moment he saw the words Naval Special Warfare Recognition Ceremony, his hand paused.
Just for a second.
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