A teacher acc:u:s:ed a student of theft in front of the entire class and demanded money from his father to “settle it quietly” — but she didn’t know the father was a…

The phone rang just as I was muttering under my breath, trying to screw the crooked kitchen cabinet door back into place.

The screw wouldn’t catch, the screwdriver kept slipping, and my patience was gone.

The school’s number flashed on the screen. I answered, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Are you Alejandro García’s father?” a woman’s sharp voice asked — impatient, certain.

“Yes. What happened?”

“Your son has committed theft. Come immediately to Classroom B205.

And Mr. García, I strongly suggest you bring cash. The amount is not small. If you don’t want this to reach the police or social services, we can resolve it here.”

The call ended.

The kitchen felt heavy with silence.

The screwdriver slipped from my hand and rolled under the table. I stared at the dark screen, something cold moving through me. Not fear. Something else.

Alejandro couldn’t have done that. He’s twelve. Since his mother passed away three years ago, he makes his own breakfast so “Dad won’t be late for work.”

Once he returned a smartphone he found at the mall, even though he dreamed of owning one himself. He wouldn’t steal.