Suzie sneaked into the workers' room for the seventh time that morning. Her heart pounded as she fidgeted with the phone.
She knew Walter was safe, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
She dialed Miss Priestly and bit her finger while waiting for the call to connect. Her heart thudded with every ring, her eyes darting over her shoulders, hoping her manager wouldn't walk in at any moment.
When Miss Priestly picked up, relief washed over her.
"Hi, Miss Priestly. I'm sorry for calling you again."
Miss Priestly didn't sound annoyed. "It's alright, ma'am. You don't have to apologize when it comes to your son's safety. Walter is doing well, and the bodyguard has been patrolling the school premises all morning."
Suzie's relief deepened, and it softened her voice. "Thank you so much, Miss Priestly. Really—thank you."
"You're welcome, ma'am. Bye now."
