Another nod.
That was when I stood up and faced the teacher fully.
“You taught her something today,” I said.
“You taught her that missing someone is wrong.
That being alone is a punishment.
That silence keeps her safe.”
My voice stayed calm.
“That lesson ends now.”
Chapter 8: The Office And The Excuses
The principal tried to smooth it over.
“She’s an experienced educator. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding.”
I didn’t argue.
I asked one question.
“If this were your child, would you make her face a wall for hours?”
He didn’t answer.
That told me everything.
Chapter 9: What Stayed Behind
That night, Sophie sat with her back to the couch.
Facing the room.
Facing me.
She drew pictures again.
Sometimes she still glances at corners.
When she does, I remind her gently:
“You don’t belong there.”
And she leans closer to me.
