I Was Called to School Because My Son Got Into an Altercation – When I Saw the Boy Sitting Next to Him, I Went Pale

I nodded, breathing through the ache.

We stayed there until the sun shifted, the roses on the rail catching the light like they were trying to be something other than a wound.

“Why does it feel like I’m the only one paying for what they did?”

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