Keeping Up With the Bus
As soon as Timmy was on the bus, I rushed to my car and parked at a discreet distance, careful not to draw the driver’s attention. When the bus began to pull away, I started the engine and followed slowly, keeping just far enough back to avoid suspicion. Through the rain-speckled windshield, I watched intently, driven by one simple goal: to find out what was really going on and help my son feel safe and happy on the school bus again.
Keeping Up With The Bus
Unusual Morning
Tailgating a school bus on a gloomy, rain-soaked morning felt strange and out of place, mirroring the cloud of confusion swirling in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was playing some undercover role as I watched the driver carefully navigate the slick roads. But the overly cautious, almost unnaturally slow way the bus moved struck me as odd—something about it didn’t sit right. The more I observed, the more my worry deepened. Could this unusual behavior be connected to the fear that had taken hold of Timmy?
Unusual Morning
