Claire barely slept that weekend. By Monday, she had convinced herself there might be an innocent explanation. Then Emily arrived fifty minutes late and struggled to stay awake. Her pencil slipped twice. When Claire touched her shoulder, Emily blinked at the clock and whispered, “Is it afternoon?” The confusion frightened Claire. At recess, she went to Megan’s office and added it to the report.
The school finally contacted district support. Emily’s listed address could not be confirmed, so a welfare check was requested. Claire kept teaching, but guilt pressed harder whenever Emily smiled at her. Had she misunderstood everything? Ten minutes later, a police cruiser pulled into the staff parking area.
Ryan Carter arrived five minutes after that. The moment he saw the cruiser, his shoulders stiffened. He took Emily’s hand and started toward the SUV. An officer stepped forward. “Mr. Carter?” Ryan stopped. Emily began crying. The officer asked him to wait. Ryan’s jaw tightened. “What is this about?” Emily clutched his arm.