The sun was warm, but I felt cold. As I stepped out of the car and onto the school sidewalk, my hands shook just a little. The air smelled like fresh-cut grass and new beginnings, but my thoughts were anything but light.

Jacob was waiting by the front doors, his shoulders drawn in, his backpack hanging low. His teacher stood beside him, a woman in her early thirties with a crisp blue blouse and a clipboard tucked under her arm. Her smile was the kind that didn’t reach the eyes—tight, practiced, polite.

Jacob noticed me and began walking over, slowly, eyes glued to the pavement. I gave him a little wave. He didn’t wave back.

He looked so small beneath the shadow of the building. When he reached the car, the teacher crouched beside him and asked, with sugary cheer, how his first day had gone.

“Fine, I guess,” he muttered, without looking up. Then he climbed into the car, shut the door quietly, and stared ahead.

Ms. Emily straightened and turned to me. “Mrs. Bennett, could I have a quick word?”

I followed her a few steps away. My heart already knew the tone of this conversation.

“Jacob had… some challenges today,” she said.

“It’s his first day,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. “We just moved. It’s all new. He’s still adjusting.”

She nodded, but her eyes stayed firm. “He struggled with the material and had some… incidents with other students.”

“What kind of incidents?”

“Refusing to share. Pushing. A few complaints.”

“That’s not like him,” I said, my voice tight. “He’s shy. Gentle.”

“We’ll see,” she said, and with that, she turned away.

I stood alone on the sidewalk, staring at the school’s windows—dark and quiet. Something didn’t sit right.

Back in the car, Jacob wouldn’t meet my eyes. He stared out the window, silent. As I drove, I watched his reflection in the mirror. He looked pale and far away.

“How was your day, really?” I asked.

He took a long breath. “It was scary,” he whispered. “No one talked to me.”

“Did something happen?” I asked. “Did you say something?”

“No,” he said. “I just miss my old friends. Can’t we go back?”

His voice cracked, and my heart ached. “I wish we could,” I said softly. “But I need this new job. It means a better life for us.

He gave a tiny nod, still not speaking. I reached for his hand at a red light and squeezed it. “Promise me you’ll try again tomorrow.”

The next morning, I dropped him off with a soft smile and a reminder to be brave. He held his lunchbox tightly and didn’t say a word.

Later that day, while showing a home to a new couple, my phone buzzed. It was the school. The teacher’s voice was clipped and tense.

“Jacob’s involved in a serious incident. You need to come immediately.”

My blood ran cold.

I rushed to the school, heart racing. As I slammed the car door shut and headed for the building, a voice stopped me.

“Susan?”

I turned and froze.

Mark. My ex-husband. Jacob’s father.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He looked awkward. “I didn’t know you moved. You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t think you’d care,” I said.

“I deserve to know where my son is.”

Before I could reply, he added, “Funny thing—I’m seeing someone who works here.”

I blinked. The pieces began to fall into place, but I brushed past him, something uneasy stirring in my chest.

Inside the school, the hallways were eerily quiet. Just as I reached for the principal’s office door, a voice behind me whispered my name.

It was the janitor.

I opened my mouth, but the door creaked, and the principal called me in.

Jacob sat in a chair, looking smaller than ever. Emily sat beside him, cold and composed.

“Your son altered his test answers,” the principal said sternly. “We’re considering suspension.”

“That’s impossible,” I said. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Emily chimed in. “His handwriting matches. It was only his paper.”

Jacob suddenly looked up, eyes filled with panic.

“She told me to do it!” he cried. “She gave me the pencil. She told me to fix the answers!”

“Quiet, Jacob!” Emily snapped.

I rose to my feet, furious. “Don’t you dare talk to my son like that.”

The door opened again. Mark entered, confused. “Emily?”

Her entire body stiffened.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

I looked at him and then back at Emily. “She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

His eyes widened. “You’re the teacher?”

Emily’s face flushed. “Yes. I recognized Jacob right away.”

She turned to me, her voice shaking. “You can’t just show up and take Mark back!”

“You dragged a child into this?” Mark snapped. “What’s wrong with you?”

The principal stood up slowly. “Ms. Emily, your behavior is unacceptable. You’re dismissed, effective immediately.”

I knelt beside Jacob, hugged him tight, and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I promise, I’ll always believe you first.”

As we turned to leave, Mark touched my arm. “I didn’t know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe one day,” I said, “we’ll all figure this out. For Jacob.”

Outside, the sun was still warm. Jacob held my hand tightly, and I held his right back.

We were going to be okay.