My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”

She continued.

“So you’re asking everybody except me.”

That hurt because it was true.

“I’m terrified.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want them hurting you again.”

Madeline pulled the blanket higher.

“Sometimes you use worry like it’s permission.”