Chapter 7
Atlanta, Georgia
A week had passed and nothing changed. Bill was distant, and Thomas ignored Helene and any attempts she made to talk with him.
Helene was just finishing up her breakfast when the phone rang.
“Mrs. Foster, this is Principal Griffin.” His voice was brisk. “Could you be in my office in half an hour?”
Helene’s heart started to race. “Well, yes, I suppose so. What’s the problem?”
“I’d rather discuss it with both you and Mr. Foster when you get here.”
“Okay, but half an hour isn’t much time. Have you called my husband?”
“I’ve called him and he should be on his way. As I explained to your husband, it’s imperative that you both get here as soon as possible. We have a situation that has to be handled now, and delaying could only make it worse. I’ll expect you in a
