‘I’ll keep an eye on Leo,’ Pip offers, then lowers her voice, ‘while you have some extra-curricular time with the sexy Mr J.’ She winks.
‘Er, I don’t think so. He looks about sixteen.’ I shake my head and shoot her a grin before walking across the playground to see Rosie’s teacher, wondering where my daughter could be. He’s definitely good-looking – he has that whole dark-haired, brooding Heathcliff vibe going on – but way, way too young. And anyway, I’m a happily married woman.
‘Hi, Mrs Perry.’ Mr Jeffries gives me a friendly nod. ‘I won’t be a minute.’
I wait while he hands off all the children to their parents, starting to feel a little uneasy about what he might have to tell me. Is Rosie ill? In trouble? Hurt? The playground is emptying. Pip waits under the oak tree with her two and Leo. I shrug my shoulders to let her know I have no idea what’s going on. She waves away my concern. ‘It’s fine,’ she calls out. ‘I’ll wait!’
‘Thanks,’ I mouth back.
‘Thank you for waiting, Mrs Perry,’ Mr Jeffries says in his calm, quiet way.
‘That’s okay. Where’s Rosie? Is she all right?’
‘She’s back in the classroom with our teaching assistant, Mrs Miller. Don’t worry, she’s not hurt or ill. Just a bit upset.’
‘Upset?’ We walk over to the classroom together and it’s a relief to reach the shade of the building.
‘Yes, she’s been in tears on and off since lunchtime.’
‘Tears? Why?’
‘She won’t tell me what’s wrong.’
‘That doesn’t sound like Rosie.’ My daughter is usually a happy-go-lucky chatterbox who never keeps anything to herself.
‘That’s what I thought.’ He pushes open the heavy glass door that leads into the bright, airy classroom. ‘I didn’t want to bring her out with the rest of the children. Thought it best if you collected her from the classroom and maybe try to get to the bottom of what’s going on.’
‘Okay, thanks.’
Inside, Rosie is sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the reading corner while Mrs Miller sits next to her, reading a story about a puppy. But my daughter’s thumb is plugged into her mouth and she doesn’t seem to be reacting to the story at all. Rosie hasn’t sucked her thumb for years.
And then, the strangest thing happens – when Rosie sees me, instead of smiling and coming over, her eyes widen, and she looks… panicked?
‘Hi, Rosie.’ I walk over and kneel in front of her, my heart beginning to knock uncomfortably in my chest. Usually, she gives me an enthusiastic welcome, throwing her arms around me and then talking non-stop about her day. But, right now, she’s staring down at the carpet, a tear sliding down her face. ‘Hey, baby, what’s wrong?’
Rosie scowls and I notice her fists clench by her side. I wipe away the tear from her cheek, but she doesn’t even seem to notice.
‘She’s been like this all afternoon,’ Mr Jeffries says in a low voice, crouching by my side.
Mrs Miller confirms this with a nod, closing the storybook and placing it back on the shelf.
‘Rosie, do you want to tell Mummy why you’re sad?’ I ask.
There’s no reaction other than a couple of furious blinks.
‘Did someone upset you? Did they say something unkind?’ She’s never acted like this before. I mean, she’s had a few sulks and tantrums, like any other child, but never this sad silence. I look from Mrs Miller to Mr Jeffries. I get to my feet and move off to the side. Mr Jeffries and Mrs Miller come and join me. ‘What on earth’s happened?’ I whisper.
Mr Jeffries shakes his head. ‘She won’t say. Mrs Miller, did she speak to you while I was outside?’
‘Nothing. Poor little mite looks like she’s in shock or something.’
My heart pounds harder as my protective instincts start to kick in. ‘And she’s been like this since lunchtime?’
Mrs Miller thinks for a moment. ‘Well, that’s when I first saw she wasn’t her usual self.’
‘So, did something happen? Did one of the other children say something to her? Did any of the lunch staff see or say anything?’ I hear the sharpness in my voice, the accusatory tone.
Mr Jeffries doesn’t seem offended. ‘I asked the teachers on playground duty, but none of them noticed anything out of the ordinary.’
I shake my head and grit my teeth, trying to calm down. I’m not the most laid-back where my kids are concerned, and I’ve always found it hard letting go. Rosie’s first day of school broke