“How is this possible?” The words came out of me before I even decided to say them.
The principal folded her hands on the desk, choosing her words with obvious care. “We’re waiting on his mother. Once she arrives, I think a lot of this will start to make sense.”
The office had a fight logged in a folder somewhere — Owen trying to sit with Ethan at lunch, Ethan telling him to leave, Owen refusing. You can be mad at me, but I’m still your brother, he’d apparently said, right before Ethan swung at him. Both boys ended up crying before a teacher pulled them apart.
I barely registered any of it. My eyes wouldn’t leave the boy by the filing cabinet.
The door opened behind me.
I turned around, and the second I saw who was standing in the doorway, every ounce of air left my lungs.
