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

They were learning.

PART 31 — HOME

Her room looked exactly as she had left it.

Books.

Laundry.

A mug with three dried pens.

The normality hurt.

She sat on the edge of her bed.

“I thought I might not come back here.”

I sat beside her.