Honey. I got into my car and drove to my workplace. In the afternoon, I went to pick Leo from school and met his teacher sitting by a desk, checking some notes. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, looking around the almost empty classroom. “Where is Leo?” The teacher dropped her book, looking confused. “His father came to pick him not quite long.” His father? The whole room closed up on me and my heart sprinted. I dragged air into my lungs, trying to calm myself down. I must have misheard what the teacher had said. “I need to see my son. Where is he?” I asked again, my voice sharp. The teacher stood up, her face almost mirroring mine. Confused and bothered. “I don’t understand…” she pointed at the exit of the classroom. “A man came earlier and told me he was Leo’s father. He said–“ My face hardened. “How can you let a stranger take him without seeking my consent?” The teacher froze, her face pale. “I… I thought he was his father.” “No, he is not!” She touched her chest, looking
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