There’s a knock on my office door, and I look up from my desk to see a man I don’t recognize. “Can I help you?”

Sometimes parents of students want to speak with me, but normally it’s done over email. As the man comes into my office, there’s a hint of recognition, but I can’t place it.

“You’re Chase Davies?” he asks, and I nod, standing from my desk.

“I am, and you are?”

“Walter Evans.”

It takes me a second to realize that’s why he looked so familiar. Cathy has ...