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.”

Before she could answer, the tallest man turned toward me.

“Ma’am, I’m Lieutenant Carlson, and these are my colleagues. Would you mind stepping into the office so we can talk?”

I nodded and walked in, noticing Dunn standing in the corner, scowling.

The room was already crowded, with Carlson and another officer inside, when Carlson nodded toward the door.

“Bring him in.”