The summons came through official academy channels—a formal request for me to meet with Victoria Calloway in one of the private meeting rooms reserved for parent-administration conferences. The message was polite and professional, giving no indication of what the meeting would be about, but I knew exactly why Alexander's mother wanted to see me.
I arrived at the designated room at exactly 3 PM, wearing one of my more conservative outfits in hopes of projecting maturity and confidence. The meeting room was elegant—dark wood paneling, leather chairs, and windows that overlooked the academy gardens where Alexander and I had confessed our feelings just days ago.
Victoria was already there, sitting with perfect posture in one of the leather chairs and wearing a designer suit that probably cos
