My phone rang at 12:03 on a quiet Thursday afternoon while I was answering emails at the kitchen table.
Lily was asleep in the living room, wrapped in a blanket, and for one careless second, I almost ignored the call. Then I saw the school’s number.
The secretary sounded calm.
“Mrs. Carter, your mother-in-law picked Leo up a little after eleven because of a family emergency. We just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
My body went cold.
Leo was in kindergarten. Brenda had no reason to collect him. She wasn’t on the emergency list. And there was no family emergency.
I called Brenda again and again. No answer.
Then I texted Mark: YOUR MOTHER TOOK LEO FROM SCHOOL. CALL ME NOW.
