And waited.

Eventually, Emily began to draw.

A small figure.

A group around it.

One pushing.

Others watching.

Laughing.

And in the corner—

an adult.

Watching.

“Who is this?” the doctor asked gently.

Emily pointed.

“That’s me.”

“Them.”

“And him…”

She paused.

“The teacher.”

My stomach dropped.

“He sees,” she added quietly. “But he doesn’t stop them.”

PART 9: WHEN SILENCE BREAKS

That same day, I went to the school.

I didn’t raise my voice.

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