Judith K. Lang Hilgartner
January 25, 2019
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
I was in the middle of teaching one afternoon when a man died right outside my classroom door.
A scream cut through the air. And then another. And another. I froze. I had just launched into the class’s next composition prompt, when one of my students, Adam, came in the door. He wasn’t usually late to class. His freckles contrasted on his face more than usual because his skin was ashen, like he had just been sick to his stomach. I knew he had seen something in the...