Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Then he heard a voice from the doorway. “Mr. Alvarez?” It was Emily, the sophomore class president. She stood sheepishly just inside the door, clasping her hands in front of her. A few other students lingered behind her, watching closely, as if waiting for his reaction. Miguel turned slowly to face them, bewildered.