“Mrs. Hayes, we need you to come to the school immediately. It’s your son, Ethan. There’s been an incident.”
“Incident?”
I set my pen down on the quarterly reports. I was reviewing the numbers of my father’s company, which I had inherited. Numbers never lied. People, on the other hand, were a different story.
“What kind of incident?”
There was a slight hesitation on the other end.
“A rather serious fight. The headmaster will explain, but you need to come and pick him up. He’s been suspended effective immediately.”
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