Carol pressed trembling hands to her lap. “I never wanted this for her,” she whispered. “Diane isn’t me.” The principal studied her, then spoke softly, “She doesn’t have to be. But she’s on the same path—and only you can show her where it ends.”
“I will speak,” the principal added, almost as an afterthought, “to Mrs. Connors as well. Teachers forget their power can wound as sharply as children’s taunts. That cycle must end.” Relief and shame tangled in Carol’s chest. It wasn’t only her daughter under judgment—it was the whole chain of cruelty.