She caught me.
After that, she started tying my hands while she worked.
She told me it was because she couldn’t trust me not to touch the door or her desk.
Sometimes she would sit at the computer for nearly an hour while I waited.
Other times she would open the cabinet again.
And every time, more papers disappeared.
When I finished telling the officers, Mrs. Carter’s face had gone pale.
“He’s lying,” she said quietly.
Then Grandma suddenly pointed toward the cabinet.
“If he’s lying, open it.”
Mrs. Carter didn’t move.
One officer approached the cabinet.
It was locked.
“Where’s the key?”
“I don’t know.”
The officer looked toward Mrs. Carter’s desk.
Within minutes, they found a small key inside her handbag.
The cabinet opened.
And that was when everything changed.
Inside were stacks of school financial records.
Donation envelopes.
Receipts.
