I thought I was watching my son break under the same cruelty that had shadowed his school years. Instead, I watched him walk straight into it with his eyes open, armed not with revenge, but with proof. While they recorded his pain, he had been quietly recording their patterns of abuse. The screenshots, the counselor’s help, the careful timing—none of it was an accident.
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