I Sold My Car and Picked up Night Shifts to Pay for My Daughter’s Tuition – The Call from the Dean’s Office Days Before Her Graduation Left Me Speechless

I stood so quickly the chair scraped against the floor. “What happened?”

“Please don’t panic,” she said quickly. “Jane is all right.”

My knees nearly gave out.

“She’s okay?”

“Yes. She’s here with us. She asked if you could come to campus tomorrow morning before the ceremony.”

“Why?” I pressed a hand to my chest. “Is she in trouble?”

The woman’s voice softened, almost amused.

“No. She’s not in trouble. She just wants you here.”

I barely slept that night.

By morning, I felt sick with dread anyway.