She sighed and raised her eyes to the door, as if searching for help. “You need to try the office,” she said softly. “Mrs. Beck can help you find Peter.
She’ll know whose class he’s in.”
I stared at her, breathing hard. I had my hands pressed against my waist. My brain was spinning. Mrs. Andersen… Mrs. Andersen… Peter talked
about her constantly.
No way I had the name wrong.
“Mrs. Beck,” she repeated. She motioned to the door. “You’d better hurry if you want to catch her. She leaves early on Mondays.”