There was a heavy silence between them. Angela could hardly breathe. For years, she had longed to meet someone who knew anything about her father. Grace never told her much—only that he was dead.
"Please ma, if you know anything about my family, especially my father… tell me," Angela said. Her voice shook. The desperation in her eyes was clear. And Principal Valois… she was hiding something. Angela could feel it.
"I don't know anything about your family… just what you've told me," Principal Valois said, avoiding her eyes. Her words were shaky, and it was clear she wanted to end the talk. "You don't know anything about your father?"
"I do," Angela whispered, her heart sinking. For a second, she had thought she found hope. But now, it was slipping away.
"Good. If you want to know more, ask your mother. I have nothing else to say," Miss Valois replied. Her tone was firm now. "By the way, some people came to see you yesterday. I told them to return on Monday."
