It was Oliver’s teacher, Mrs. Anderson.
“Sarah, you need to come to school immediately,” she said nervously.
“What’s happened? Is Oliver hurt?”
“He’s physically fine. But he’s been crying for almost twenty minutes. He told me something very disturbing about his grandfather.”
My heart began pounding.
“What did he say?”
There was a long silence.
Then she whispered:
“He says his grandfather locks him in a room every day and ties his hands.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
“That can’t be right,” I whispered.
“Sarah, he was terrified when he told me. And there’s something else. He says his grandfather makes him promise not to tell you.”
I grabbed my car keys and rushed to school.

When I entered the classroom, Oliver was sitting in a corner, hugging his knees.
His eyes were swollen from crying.
I knelt beside him.
“Sweetheart, tell Mommy what happened.”