Travis stood. “Kevin, stop. We were kids.”
I stepped inside.
“She saw me crying after my father called me weak.”
“So was I.”
Kevin looked at me like he’d been waiting for judgment.
I didn’t go to him. I faced Travis.
“You knew, didn’t you?”
He swallowed. “Maggie.”
“Answer me.”
“I knew enough,” he said. “I didn’t want him mad at me.”
I didn’t go to him.
I nodded once. “Thank you for finally telling the truth. I wish you’d found the courage before I had to grow up without it.”
Matilda appeared beside me, breathless, and took my hand. I’d called her on the way over.
The principal stepped forward, pale and much older than I remembered. “Maggie, I’m sorry. We failed you.”
At 17, I would have begged for those words.
At 38, I could stand without them.
“Maggie, I’m sorry. We failed you.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Now make sure the scholarship helps someone before they spend 20 years learning how to believe themselves.”
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