Then I saw Daniel walking beside a girl.
For a moment, I didn’t recognize her. Then she glanced over her shoulder, and I got a clearer look at her face.
“Maya,” I whispered.
Maya had visited Daniel a handful of times. Quiet girl. Polite in a way that seemed careful.
In the video, they walked through the gate and toward the bus stop.
They got on a city bus together, and then they were gone.
“I need to speak to Maya.” I turned to the principal. “Can I?”
“Maya doesn’t attend this school anymore.” She gestured to the video. “She transferred suddenly. That was her last day here.”
