Saint:
The phone rang mid-way through tightening the primary chain on Blaze’s bike. I wiped my hands on a rag, ignoring the grime under my nails, and grabbed the vibrating phone off the bench. Unknown number. Local area code. That was never good.
"Yeah? This is Saint."
A pause. Then a tight, polite voice.
“Mr. Wilde, this is Miss Dana from Valley Ridge Elementary. We need you to come pick up Phoenix and Alex.”
I blinked. “Pick them up? What’s wrong? Is someone sick?”
“They were involved in… an altercation during recess.”
An alter—what?
“They got in a fight?” I clarified, already gritting my teeth.
A soft sigh from the other end. “Yes. It wasn’t... serious, but school policy says we have to send them home for the day. We’ll need to talk about it more at a later time.”
I sighed and
