I spent the day in a haze, my work suffering as my mind replayed the morning’s discovery. Was she in trouble? Was this a sign of something deeper?
As the clock ticked towards three, I found myself drawn to the school, parking a short distance away. I watched the students pour out, their voices a jumble of youthful exuberance.
And there she was, my daughter, her backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder.
She paused near the gym, her eyes scanning the crowd, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach.
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