And the parents knew that.So right now, what Jake’s mother Ashley was telling Michael rather forcefully, was that he had been too strict on her kid ...ake. While Michael sat there rubbing the beads of sweat off his forehead and refusing to meet Ashley’s gaze, she was laying into him about putting too much pressure on the kids these days. They had so many problems Michael, a childless man, couldn't understand. It was the job of teachers to support the students, not push them to the brink of. She could see the gray stone building up ahead the Detroit Institute of Art. She had been forced to leave school when her mother died of breast cancer. Jaleesha hoped to save enough money from her job as a security officer to return to her studies. For the time being, the museum satisfied her hunger for art. Miss Johnson, early as always, commented George Appleby. Yes sir, Mr. Appleby, Jaleesha responded, smiling at her supervisor. I like being here on Mondays and Tuesdays when the museum is. I rolled my head towards the window and saw that the daylight creeping at the edges of the curtains the last time I woke was gone.“Paul?”I rolled my head to the left and saw Will sitting in a chair by my bed. “Will, what...? How long have you been here?”“A while. Vicky and I have been taking turns to sit with you.” He closed the file he had in his lap and set it on the floor beside him.“Where were you before?”“You’ve woken before now?”I tried to nod and instantly regretted it as pain shot. Poor Aidan didn’t have a chance, but Julie would be there long after the bitch had gone back home.It reignited her rage at Sam for interfering in their happy lives – and she knew their life was happy – and at Aidan for being so spineless as to fall for her all too obvious charms yet again. Julie smouldered.“Well?” she asked, her aggression clear.Aidan looked at her. He saw her anger, fear and distress, but was certain that there was nothing he could do about alleviating it.“Well, Julie,” he.