I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.

Secrets she'll take to the grave and secrets she's dying to share.

I've had more students die than I ever thought possible. My husband urges me to quit Fairfield and teach at some school without gang members who live their lives only to die or end up as drug dealers.

You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

You're stressing too much about what might be. Do something to take your mind off thinking about what might never happen.

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working

The end of one thing is just the beginning of another.