Erin was good at pretending she belonged, and for a couple of different reasons. As a kid she'd always had that reputation of being from the funeral home family, and she'd learned early on to hold her head high. In her professional life as an adult she had received a position often felt to be above her experience or obtained for all the wrong reasons. Once again, Erin held her head high. She walked with Roxy up to the barrier, shrugging slightly at the question. "Little column A, little column B," Erin answered. "I am the county M.E.," she pointed out. "I would have started there, thrown the clairsentient card in, seen how far it all got me."
Erin had seen the school at a distance and the images on the news, but it was weird knowing she was right next to the barrier in person. You couldn't see it. There wasn't even an indent in the grass - just a police marker seeming to hang in mid-air. No time for second thoughts, Erin thought. They could be ushered out at any moment. So, without wasting time, Erin raised her hand and pressed forward until it flattened against the invisible surface.
Nothing happened.
Erin tilted her head to the side. "'Kay, that's just fucked up."