"Well, that's everyone," said Mrs. Evelyn. She waved as the last yellow bus pulled away. "Is it safe for us to stay here?"
"Oh, yes," said June. "That line about the gas leak is hooey. Come to the gym. I'll show you."
Mrs. Evelyn gasped when the saw the hole, bricks tumbled in a rough pile before it. "If it wasn't an explosion, then what...?"
"Look closer." June pointed.
Pressed into the bricks like they were soft clay, identical to the hundreds hanging in the art room, was the imprint of a child's hand.
"Not an accident," said June. "Pushed."
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