Ms. Alvarez zoomed in.
A man crouched on the other side of the fence. Work jacket. Baseball cap. He stayed low, away from the main sightline, leaning forward to talk.
Noah laughed and answered him like this wasn’t new.
The man slipped a hand through the fence and passed something small to Noah.
Silence filled the office.
My vision tunneled.
“Who is that?” I asked.
Ms. Alvarez’s mouth opened. “That’s one of the contractors. He’s been fixing the exterior lights.”
I didn’t hear “contractor.” I saw a face I’d refused to study in the crash file.
“That’s him,” I said.
Ms. Alvarez blinked. “Who?”
Ms. Alvarez reached for my arm.
“The truck driver,” I said. “The one who hit them.”
Silence filled the office.
I dialed 911.
“I’m at Bright Pines Kindergarten,” I said. “A man approached my son through the back fence. He’s connected to my son’s fatal accident. I need officers here now.”
Ms. Alvarez reached for my arm. “Mrs. Elana—”
My legs went weak. I sat.
“Don’t,” I said.
Two officers arrived fast. One spoke to Ms. Alvarez. The other came to me.
“I’m Officer Haines,” he said. “Show me what you saw.”
I showed him the video.
His face hardened. “Stay here. We’ll locate him.”
My legs went weak. I sat.
“Who talked to you?”
A teacher brought Noah into the office. He clutched a little plastic dinosaur.
“Mom?” he asked. “Why are you here?”
I pulled him close. “I needed to see you.”
Noah patted my shoulder. “It’s okay. Ethan said—”
“Noah,” I said, pulling back. “Who talked to you?”
He stared down. “Ethan.”
“Did he tell you his name?”
“No,” I said carefully. “What did the person look like?”
Noah blinked. “A man.”
My stomach turned.
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