The minutes felt like hours, but then the intercom buzzed, and the principal’s voice filled the room, “Ms. Alvarez, you and Ethan need to come to the front desk. Now.”
I followed Ms. Alvarez down the hall, my stomach in knots. As we reached the front desk, I saw an officer and a woman holding the baby I had rescued. Her face was now a healthy shade of pink, and she gurgled happily, reaching out with tiny hands.
The officer knelt to my height. “Are you Ethan Miller?”
I nodded, unsure of what would happen next. Would I still be in trouble for breaking the window? The woman stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You saved my daughter’s life.”
