“No,” Mrs. Carter said gently. “Not since Monday.” My stomach dropped.
That evening, Sienna came home completely normal. Complained about homework.
Asked about dinner. Rolled her eyes when I asked about her day. The next morning, I said nothing.
Didn’t call the school back. I waited. I let her leave like always. Then I got in my car and drove ahead of her route.
I parked far enough away to watch without being seen. She got on the bus like normal.
The second it pulled away, I followed. When it stopped near school, she got off with everyone else.
