Today, she was standing in front of her son’s Cimarron High principal’s door. They’d only been in town for two weeks, and her oldest was already in trouble. Probably some kind of record. Her hand shook as she knocked. When the door opened, she took a small step back. The tall, broad principal filled the entrance to his office. Her mouth went dry. With her small, just-over-five-feet stature, his large presence overwhelmed her. “Laura Williams?” She swallowed hard, drew in a deep breath and stuck out her hand. “Yes. You must be Peter Stone.” His fingers closed around hers, a warm, firm grip. “Come in. I’m sorry we’re meeting for the first time under these circumstances.” He moved to the side to let her enter. “I wanted to talk with you alone before I bring Sean back in.” He closed the door and rounded his massive desk, gesturing toward a chair in front of it. “Please have a seat.”
