PART 2

Standing in our drafty front entryway on Tuesday morning, the pieces of the puzzle began locking together in terrifying detail.

The heavy presence of Officer Reynolds and Officer Morgan on our porch was not about an illegal pawn shop transaction, but an altercation on school grounds.

Officer Reynolds shifted his heavy utility belt and glanced toward the kitchen hallway.

“Mrs.

Dawson, we need to take a formal statement regarding a physical altercation near the Cedar Creek science wing yesterday at three o’clock.”