My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
“Madeline.”
“They’ll get bored.”
“They haven’t gotten bored in two years.”
She shrugged.
“Eventually they’ll find a new hobby.”
“Cruelty is not a hobby.”
“You should put that on a mug.”
She was good at making pain sound ordinary.