it land.
He had spent his entire morning going to war for a version of events she’d carefully edited. His jaw worked, but nothing came out.
“I knew you wouldn’t help me if you saw it,”
The bullying was real.
So was Greta’s retaliation, and I couldn’t excuse either one.
“That’s all this is,” the other mother snapped. “Your kid humiliated mine, and…”
“That’s not what happened,” Owen burst out. “She’s been…”
“Owen.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t even look at him. “I’ve got this.”
He closed his mouth. Sat back.
For the first time that day, he went still and let me be her mother.
“I’ve got this.”
I faced the other woman.
“I have now seen what Greta did. It was wrong, and I will deal with my daughter for it. But it doesn’t erase weeks of messages aimed at making her dread this exact week.”
