Driving Home
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her steering wheel tighter. She held back her tears, hoping her son wouldn’t notice how upset she was.
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The drive from school had never been this unnerving. They weren’t even in the house when she asked him about his arm. His eyes were glued to the floor as he rolled up his sleeve. That’s when she saw it. Whoever had done this would pay.
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