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.”

“Is Leo okay?”

There was a pause.

“There are men here asking for him,” Harris said, her voice unsteady.

“What kind of men?”

“They didn’t say much, Sarah. Just… please come quickly.”

The call ended.

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my keys and left.