The video call connected, the screen in Principal Joseph's office flickering to life. It revealed two faces, a man and a woman, looking tired but sharp against the bland, generic backdrop of an airport lounge.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dameire, thank you for making time for us on such short notice," Ms. Albright began, her voice calm and professional.
"Of course," Kofi's dad said. His face was a mask of polite concern, but his eyes were fixed on Kofi, who was sitting just out of the webcam's main view. "Kofi told us the basics. We want to help in any way we can."
'The basics. Yeah, that's one word for it.' Kofi stared at his own hands, folded in his lap.
