Millie reached over and took Letty’s hand.

And for the first time since Jonathan died, grief stopped feeling like a locked room with no windows. It felt like something opening.

I stood up and wiped my face.

“All right,” I said. “We are not turning Letty into some kind of school mascot for kindness.”

A few people laughed through tears.

Then I looked at Mr. Brennan.

“But this school is going to do more than cry in an office and move on. Millie is in remission, not untouched. Those boys need real consequences, and every child in this building needs to understand that what happened to her matters.”

He straightened immediately.

“The boys have already been pulled from class,” he said. “Their parents are on the way, and they’re suspended from activities while we finish the review. We’re also going to start something bigger.”

I nodded once. “Good.”

Then I turned back to Jenna.

“If you’re comfortable with it, the fund stays in Jonathan’s name.”

She pressed the tissue to her mouth and nodded. “I’d be honored.”

Letty looked at me with shining eyes.

“You sound like Daddy.”

That one hit hard.

Later, in the hallway, I opened Jonathan’s envelope.

Piper,

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