“Good afternoon,” the principal said in a tense voice. “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.”
I had already grabbed my bag by then. My keys were in my hand. “I’m leaving now.”
“I need you to come to school as quickly as possible.”
As I rushed through traffic to reach the school, I kept trying to figure out what might have happened.
And my thoughts kept circling back to the previous morning, and what Emma had done for her friend, Caleb.
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