Emma
The school hallway hadn't changed - still that same mix of finger paintings and science projects, of childhood dreams made visible. A paper solar system hung from the ceiling, each planet carefully labeled in different children's handwriting. Noah's Saturn was perfect down to the exact angle of its rings.
"The academic display section is in Room 204," Mom squeezed my hand, reading from Noah's precise instructions. "With optimal viewing angles calculated for maximum scientific appreciation."
Parents clustered in small groups, their whispers following me like shadows. A mother I recognized from PTA meetings quickly looked away. Another grabbed her phone, probably adding to the endless social media speculation.
"That's her..."
"The one from the scandal..."
"Sterling's wife..."
"Ca
