“Maya, there you are—”

Elias’s voice came from just behind her, but she didn’t turn.

Her eyes were locked on Jamie, who was still crouched on the floor, surrounded by broken pieces of his project.

The silence after the crash hung heavily in the air.

Everyone had turned to look at the scene—Jamie crouched on the floor, broken pieces of his project scattered around him. His little hands trembled as he picked up a cardboard roof, now bent and smeared with glue.

What no one had seen was what had happened that morning.

Jamie had worked hard for days on his handmade model, carefully designing each wall, coloring the garden,...