Toward Carla.
“Can someone focus the camera on the woman in the back row?” he asked.
The projection screen displayed Carla’s face.
She smiled nervously, apparently assuming she was about to be part of some happy family moment.
Then the principal spoke.
“I know you.”
The room became silent.
Carla looked confused.
“I knew these children’s mother,” he continued. “She volunteered at this school for years. She loved her children deeply and often spoke about the money she set aside for their futures.”
The color slowly drained from Carla’s face.
The principal continued.
“I later heard that one of my students nearly skipped prom because she was told there wasn’t enough money for a dress.”
Murmurs spread across the room.
“Then I discovered that her younger brother used their late mother’s clothing to create this dress by hand.”
Now everyone was staring.
Before Carla could interrupt, an attorney stepped forward from the side of the room.
