Amanda

Snow is beginning to fall as I pull my car into the elementary school's parking lot. Though I should be thinking about the condition of the roads, my thoughts are consumed with the letter in my purse, the one telling me to be here for a meeting with Jase's new teacher. The sense of dread that I’ve had since I first read the note intensifies with each passing second. It bubbles through me with that paralyzing type of fear that makes moving difficult. It takes all my ...