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

Later that evening, Ben called.

His face appeared on the screen, with the kennel office behind him.

Scout’s harness hung beside a row of hooks.

Clara held up the folder.

Ben noticed the damaged cover immediately.

“What happened?”

“Mr.

Okafor saved it.”