A faint, startled laugh escaped Landon before he could stop it.
That did it.
The tension on the playground broke like a cracked dam.
Teachers lowered their shoulders. Deputy Ellis exhaled slowly and let his hand fall from his radio. Principal Lawson pressed a hand to her chest.
Duke remained on one knee. “We don’t kneel for many things,” he said. “We kneel for fallen riders. And we kneel for their kids.”