beside him.
Then he turned.
And started walking.
Not toward the stage.
Toward me.
At first, nobody understood.
The principal paused.
Teachers exchanged nervous looks.
The security guard who had asked me to move stepped aside.
Daniel kept walking.
Every step echoed through the auditorium.
By now, hundreds of eyes were following him.
Richard stood.
“Daniel?”
My son didn’t answer.
Vanessa shifted uncomfortably.
“Richard, stop him.”
But Daniel wasn’t looking at either of them.
He reached the back of the room and stopped directly in front of me.
For a
