Once Mia spoke, other children started speaking too.
Quietly at first.
Then all at once.
Parents came forward with complaints they had filed and never seen answered. Messages surfaced. Deleted reports were recovered. A camera near the gym, the school had claimed was “not working,” suddenly became very important.
The truth did not bring Randy back.
That is the cruelest part.
Justice can expose darkness, but it cannot rewind a mother’s last morning.
It cannot put cereal on a tray again.
It cannot make a little boy burst through the bedroom door shouting, “Happy Mother’s Day!”
But truth can stop a lie from becoming his final story.
And I refused to let them bury my son under paperwork and polished statements.
