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

“Because she knew.”

“That makes no sense.”

“I know.”

“No, Travis. Explain it.”

He rubbed his face.

“At first, I thought if I acted normal around her, people would figure out we’d talked.”

“Normal?”

“Not mean.”