As I hung up the phone, my hands were still trembling, and my mind raced with countless possibilities—none of them good. I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door, my heart pounding in sync with my hurried footsteps. I didn’t even stop to lock the door behind me; I couldn’t waste another second when Sophie might be in trouble.
On the drive to school, every red light felt like an eternity. My mind was consumed with questions, fears, and worst of all, guilt. How had I missed the signs? Why hadn’t I asked more questions when her routine had changed so abruptly?
When I finally arrived at the school, the secretary greeted me with a somber expression. “Mrs. Hart, the principal is waiting for you,” she said softly, gesturing toward the office.
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