Before Mr. Matthews can say anything, though, the principal steps forward. “Mr. Matthews? You’re Jordan’s father, I presume?”
He offers a hand, but Mr. Matthews doesn’t take it. Instead, he holds out an arm toward Jordan, drawing his son up out of the chair to stand beside him. With a final look back at the Sotherns, Mr. Matthews follows the principal into his office, Jordan at his side. The anger is back in his voice again, tighter this time, reined in. “Just what is all this nonsense about?”
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