My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
“I know.”
She kissed my cheek.
Then:
“You can go.”
I hated those words.
I obeyed.
PART 62 — THE FIRST WEEK AWAY
I texted once per day.
Then every other day.
Then waited for her.