I shook her hand and followed her out of the room. When we were in the hallway, I dropped the principal’s card.
“Oh, Ms. Bennett, you dropped the card,” Edna said, bending down to pick it up.
“I’m such a klutz,” I said as Max walked with the principal.
“If there’s anything I can do to help with Petunia, please let me know. She’s a great kid.”
A sadness momentarily crossed through her eyes, as if she wanted to say more but held back.
“Thank you, I will.”
It wasn’t until we were back in the car thatI took the principal’s card and slipped it into an evidence bag.
“What are you doing?” Max asked.
“My job.”
