“I drove to the school with the torn fabric sealed in a sandwich bag on the passenger seat like evidence from a crime I didn’t want to name. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the wheel. Every red light felt like an insult.
At the front office, the secretary didn’t make small talk. She led me straight to the principal’s office where Principal Dana Morris and the school counselor, Ms. Chloe Reyes, were waiting. Both looked exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that comes from carrying secrets too heavy to keep.
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