For a second, I thought I’d heard Mr. Reed wrong.
I was standing in my kitchen with one hand inside the laundry basket when the principal called.
« What officer? »
« Officer Rogers. He’s here at the school. »
« Ma’am, an officer is looking for your daughter. »
My grip tightened around the phone.
« Why is a police officer looking for Ariel? »
« Jennifer, she’s safe. »