It had been a long day already, classes kept dragging on endlessly. I hadn't heard from Dom all day…not a text, not a call or even him popping online.
I tried not to think about it…..he was drowning in practice, since tomorrow was the game.
But the quiet made me restless.
So when my phone buzzed, I nearly dropped it.
It wasn't him.
Alia's teacher?
"Mr. Rivera?" Mrs. Torres's voice came through. "Would you be able to stop by? I need to discuss something about Alia."
My heart dropped.
Issomething wrong?
Did she do anything?
By the time I got to her classroom, the hallway was loud with kids running to their parents.
Mrs. Torres stepped out to meet me, her face was serious.
Posters of multiplication tables and cursive letters lined the walls, but the look on Mrs. Torres's face stripped any comfort away.
She folded her hands, like she was bracing herself before she spoke.
