I thought I knew every worry my grandson carried after raising him alone for eight years. But when his behavior at school changed, and he started guarding his backpack like it held something precious, I followed the clues myself. What I found made me rethink everything I’d believed about him.
“Janet, I don’t think Alan’s in trouble.”
Mrs. Carter’s words should have calmed me down, but they didn’t.
She had asked me to come to school without telling my grandson, and now she sat across from me with the careful expression people use when they’re deciding how much bad news to give you at once.
“Then why am I here?”
“Janet, I don’t think Alan’s in trouble.”
“Because something’s going on with him. I’m just not sure what.”
My stomach tightened.
I’d been raising my grandson alone since he was five.
In eight years, I’d never been called in because Alan was causing trouble.
“What’s happening?”
“Because something’s going on with him. I’m just not sure what.”
“He’s been arriving late almost every morning. Sometimes ten minutes, sometimes 20.”
I frowned. “He leaves home early. He’s always ready for school.”
“That’s part of why I’m concerned. He’s also falling asleep during lessons.”
I leaned forward. “Alan? No.”
Mrs. Carter nodded.
“He’s also falling asleep during lessons.”
“There’s something else. He won’t let that backpack out of his sight. He takes it to lunch, gym, even the bathroom. Yesterday, another student accidentally kicked it under a desk. When the boy reached for it, Alan grabbed it first.”
“What did he say?”
“‘Don’t touch it.'”
My fingers tightened around my purse strap.
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