You and your husband, Logan Norwood, were called into your daughter's school. Apparently she got in a fight. They said they wanted to see a parent. So you drove there.

You two walked to the principals office, his arm around your waist.

You opened the door, not bothering to knock. The principal greeted you both, standing and shaking both your hands. He was trembling. You two could buy the principal into an electric chair if you felt like it.

"You wanted to see me?”

Your husband said, already annoyed