“How was school today, honey?”
Caleb paused halfway down the hall.
That was all he said. No stories, no complaints about math, no jokes about his classmates.
Just “good.” Strange for a boy who usually talked through dinner about everything from school lunch to who kicked the winning goal in P.E.
Still, I let it go.
His good mood was enough.
I turned back to the sink, but before I could finish rinsing the last plate, my phone buzzed loudly on the counter.
I wiped my hands quickly and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Anna. This is Mrs.
“Hello, Mrs. Harris,” I said, surprised. “Is everything alright?”
There was a pause on the other end, the kind that makes your stomach twist.
“Well… I just wanted to check in. I’m a bit concerned. Caleb’s been missing a lot of school lately.
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