I sat in my office the morning after my secondary ward registered an intrusion.

Corbin stood by the door, waiting for instructions. I reviewed the footage of what was taken. They had photographed the clipboard data. The intake forms. The student names in the margins.

I was not angry.

I had expected this. I had adjusted for it.

The intrusion had been recorded at 2:13 a.m. The ward registered an unauthorized presence, activated its delayed response, and alerted me to the breach. By the time I ...