I shot to my feet so fast the chair screeched against the floor. “What the hell are you saying? How is that even possible? How's my son?”
I didn’t care that people in the restaurant were suddenly staring. Let them stare.
Stefano had also gotten up. “Emma?” he asked quickly, his voice filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”
The principal’s voice remained calm. “Liam is okay now, Miss Richards. I’ll explain everything when you get here.”
My hand was trembling as I brought the phone down and ended the call.
Stefano was already moving around the table to me. “Emma, what happened?”
I looked at him, barely able to push the words out. “Liam was given cake with nuts in it. At school. He had a reaction.”
His expression grew even more concerned. “Wait, what? I thought the school knew about his nut allergy.”
“They do.” My voice cracked slightly. “I made sure of it.”
I could barely keep my thoughts in order. I found out about Liam's nut allergy when he was three years old. After feeding him some pea
