I had sat down beside her and gathered her into my arms.
He answered questions about the “convenient timing” of Joe’s death
“That was a beautiful thing you did,” I whispered. “But next time, you tell me. We’ll do it together.”
Now, driving to the school, that memory sat in my chest like a stone.
When I got there, the principal was waiting outside his office.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said.
“What happened?”
“Someone is here asking for Emma. He’s sitting in my office right now waiting for you.”
“What’s going on here?”
The principal lowered his head. “He didn’t introduce himself. He only said that you know him.”
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