SERIS
“My son broke the hijacker’s spine?” I stuttered out.
The principal exchanged glances with the officer. “Yes, your five-year-old son launched the hijacker out of the bus.”
My heart dropped. No, it was too early. Maybe at eighteen, but at five, he was far too young.
I schooled my features, refusing to betray my horror. “That is impossible. He is just a child.” I rocked him in my arms.
The principal pursed his lips, tension stiffening his frame as he glanced nervously at Caleb. “I will keep whatever this is—” He gestured vaguely between us. “—quiet.”
“How?” I raised a brow.
“Your son is expelled.”
I blinked, stunned. “What?”
“It is for the best. The school does not need any controversy,” he dismissed coldly. “I would advise you to keep your child,” he spat the word ch
