—Mabel—

Monday morning came with a list of problems waiting to be solved.

The biggest one had three names.

“Mommy, are we really going to school?”

I glanced at the three hopeful faces staring up at me from the backseat of the car.

I sighed.

Apparently, I had created a promise I couldn't take back. Mrs. Chukwuemeka and I had spent the weekend surveying schools in D.C. until we settled on one.

Blue Ridge Academy, located in the heart of Washington, had tall, modern buildings and ...