Uh-oh . . .

What a test, I think to myself with a weary sigh. Dr. Morse is a great prof, not an easy one, but I don’t think she needs to be quite so merciless with her exams; I feel spent. I check my phone as I walk out of Jefferson and see that I have a voicemail. I’m too tired to pay attention to what I’m doing as I call up the message and hit “play”; whoever it is can wait until I’ve had a nap.

Then I put the phone to my ear, and a flood of adrenaline burns away the weariness as a familiar voice says, “Hi, my name is Danni Stewart . . .”