I was walking to school when I saw a baby trapped in a car under

Just as I was about to receive another stern lecture, the principal’s voice resonated through the intercom system, crackling with urgency. “Ms. Alvarez, you and Ethan need to come to the front desk. Now.”

Confused and a little anxious, I followed Mrs. Alvarez to the front office. The principal, Mr. Thompson, was standing there, looking uncharacteristically serious. Beside him was a police officer, and my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Ethan,” Mr. Thompson began, his tone softer than usual, “we just received a call from the police department. They told us about what you did this morning.”