Then I posted the video.
I also called the local paper. I asked if they could cover a story about Brennan’s race and consequences.
“We’d like to cover the story,” Ted, the paper’s editor, said. “But we’d need to speak with Brennan and Caleb.”
“I’ll have to talk to Caleb’s parents first.”
“Of course,” Ted replied. “We’ll wait to hear from you.”
When I hung up, I stood there for a moment, planning how I’d approach Dana and her husband.
My actions weren’t about attention; they were about ensuring that what Brennan had done didn’t just cost him his life.
“We’d like to cover the story.”
The next morning, my phone rang again about two hours after I dropped Brennan at school.
“Nancy, we need you back in the office,” Henderson said. “There’s something we need to discuss.”
“Is Brennan in more trouble?” I asked.
“Just come in,” the principal said.
I didn’t wait. I drove straight to the school.
When I stepped into the office, Brennan was already there.
He sat by the principal’s desk.
Henderson sat behind it.
“Is Brennan in more trouble?”
But this time, there was something different in the principal’s expression.
“Please have a seat.”
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