At 10:30 a.m., the school called. The principal asked me to come immediately. His voice sounded wrong—shaken, emotional. My hands trembled as I drove, fearing the worst.
When I arrived, they led me to the gym.
Inside, over 300 students sat silently on the floor.
And then I saw it.
Every single one of them had duct tape wrapped around their shoes—just like Andrew’s.
My eyes found my son sitting in the front row, looking down at his worn sneakers.
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