Disciplined.
Like soldiers reporting for duty.
At the front stood the biggest of them all—a mountain of a man everyone called Tank.
His vest carried the patch Sergeant Major.
His face looked carved from stone… until Timothy appeared.
The little boy stood frozen in the school doorway.
His father’s oversized military jacket swallowed his small frame.
One eye was swollen purple.
He stared across the parking lot.
Then his voice trembled.