My Son Came Home Hiding a Burn From a Heated Belt Buckle—Five Wealthy Families Thought I’d Stay Quiet

“Want a ride?”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m fourteen.”

“So yes.”

PART 48 — HIS FIRST PRACTICE

I sat in the truck.

Did not watch from the fence.

Did not track other students.

Did not scan every face.

Harder than it sounds.