The Hardest Refusal

Sylvie's phone rang at exactly 2:47 PM while she was sitting at the dining room table surrounded by legal documents. The caller ID showed a number she hadn't seen in months, but she recognized it immediately. Eastmont High School.

Her stomach clenched as she stared at the screen. Nothing good ever came from unexpected calls from schools. She let it ring three times before answering.

"Mrs. Mercer?"