My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll do that when I finish here.”

Ben reached toward Scout’s harness again.

Clara watched his fingers check the buckle.

“One more thing,” she said.

“What?”

“If I tell her you told me, is that enough?”

Ben was quiet for a second.