Addressing injustice
Mark’s voice carried anger as he muttered, “How did they not know? How could the school not see this?” His fingers ran through his hair, trying to dissipate his frustration. Lisa was paralyzed, overcome by a wave of nausea, her mind spinning with disbelief at the institution that was supposed to protect her daughter. They had trusted the school – and it had failed them.
Addressing Injustice
Misunderstood intentions
All that time, they thought Emma was just pretending, assuming it was mischief or a simple test of boundaries. But now clarity fell on their shoulders: Emma was seeking protection for herself and her classmates. “Emma, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Lisa’s voice wavered, crossed by a tremor of guilt; the pain of the realization was acute, aware that they had misinterpreted her daughter’s pleas for help.
Misunderstood Intentions
