“Good afternoon,” the principal said, his voice tight. “I need you to come to school as quickly as possible.”
“Is Emma okay?”
There was a pause.
“She’s not hurt,” he said. “But something has happened, and she’s involved.”
By then, I had already grabbed my bag. My keys were in my hand. “I’m leaving now.”
As I sped through traffic toward the school, I kept trying to piece together what could have happened.
But my mind kept circling back to the morning before, and what Emma had done for her friend, Caleb.
I had walked into her room and found her piggy bank smashed on the floor.
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