Chapter 19 Aftermath

• I hear them talk. Really, I do. But I don’t give a damn. Their words blur together, meaningless noise compared to the only thing that matters right now—the one person I did all this for.
• Taty.
• My fingers clench into fists as I sit beside my mother, who is currently arguing with the principal, negotiating a punishment I couldn’t care less about. I stare down at my bruised knuckles, flexing them, wondering if ice would dull the sting. Not that the pain mattered. Nothing did. Not until I saw her, knew she was okay.