Lincoln’s POV
My phone vibrated violently against the granite kitchen counter at eleven o'clock on Tuesday morning. I picked it up, expecting a routine question from Clara, but the caller ID read St. Jude’s Preparatory Academy.
"Mr. Greyson?" a frantic, polite voice spoke through the speaker. "This is Principal Vance. We need an adult at the school immediately. Ethan was involved in a physical altercation on the playground."
"I'm on my way," I said, grabbing my denim jacket and keys off the hook.
I called Archie first. He picked up on the third ring, the muffled background chatter of a high-stakes board meeting humming through the line.
"Lincoln, I'm in the middle of an investor presentation," Archie whispered sharply into the receiver. "Is it urgent?"
"Ethan got into a fight at scho
