I was halfway through my shift at the diner when the school called, saying there’d been an “incident” with my son. Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot and froze. A police SUV sat by the entrance. Whatever had happened, I knew I had to stand by Ethan.
The lunch rush at the diner where I worked was in full swing when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out to check who was calling, and my stomach dropped.
It was my son’s middle school. Schools don’t call in the middle of the day unless something’s wrong.
I answered the call with shaking fingers.