The next morning, she left wearing it again, and I stood in the kitchen hoping—just for one day—the world would be kind to her.
It wasn’t.
Halfway through my shift, the school called.
“Edward,” the principal said, “you need to come in.”
That was all it took.
I don’t remember the drive.
I just remember walking into the hallway and feeling it—that silence that means something already happened and everyone knows it.
Then I saw it.
A trash can.
And inside it—
Pieces.
