My 12-year-old son carried his wheelchair-bound friend on his back during a camping trip so he wouldn’t feel excluded—then the next day, the principal called me and said, “You need to come to school right away.”

“Sarah, your son broke protocol by taking a different route. It was dangerous! We gave clear instructions. Students who couldn’t complete the trail were supposed to stay at the campsite!”

“I understand, and I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, even as my hands began to tremble.

But beneath that… something else rose. Pride.

Dunn wasn’t the only one upset. From the looks on the other teachers’ faces, I could tell they weren’t impressed with Leo.

Since no one had been hurt, I thought that was the end of it.