The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

but old brown suit. It hung loosely on him. His white hair was combed back. In his hands, he held the envelope Victor had taken earlier.

My breath caught.

Victor saw him too.

His smile disappeared for half a second.

Mr. Finch did not approach the stage. He simply stood near the side wall, calm and silent.

Victor recovered quickly.

“As I was saying,” he continued,continue reading …