The Backpack Drop Zone: One Sixth-Grade Truth That Exposed Our Quiet Crisis

” she whispered.

“It’s real,” I said.

She nodded, then hesitated. “Mrs. Baker, about the note yesterday…”

“I know,” I said quickly. “I know. Protocols.”

She studied me. “You did the right thing by giving them space. But now we have to do the next right thing.”

“And that is?” I asked, even though my throat was tight.

“We need to identify the kids who are continue reading …