Sarah And The Sheriff
The first time Sarah saw the name on her class roster, she felt shock unlike anything she'd felt in years roll through her.
Elijah Scalise.
Not that daunting of a name, really. It surely suited the dark-haired eight-year-old boy who'd soon be joining her third-grade class. She had made a point of not looking at the boy's picture, even though she was perfectly aware that there was one. It was framed in a plain gold frame that sat on his grandmother's desk in the classroom right next to Sarah's classroom. Genna Scalise often talked about her grandson, Eli.
Sarah hadn't expected to ever be the boy's teacher, though.
She set aside the roster on her desk and went to the window that overlooked the playground. Frost still clung to the exterior corners and she could feel the coolness of the pane radiating from it. Outside, the bell hadn't yet rung and children were clambering over the swings and jungle gym. Winter scarves flew in the breeze and boots crunched over the crispy skiff of snow scattered across the playground.
Despite the cold, they were enjoying the last few minutes of freedom before they had to settle down into their seat ... read full excerpt from Sarah and the Sheriff ebook
