Thalia
"You handled that really well," Isolde murmurs, her fingers curling around mine.
I give a quiet hum, not trusting myself to agree.
It hadn't gone the way I'd hoped. Everything had escalated too quickly, and I'd barely managed to keep things from getting worse.
I don't regret stepping in.
I just wish I'd been able to make them see reason.
But this was never really about me.
It was about that little girl.
Someone like her shouldn’t be anywhere near children, much less in a position of authority over them. That thought stays with me, heavy and persistent, even after everything else starts to fade.
Isolde’s hand rests gently on my shoulder, steadying me.
“That took courage,” she says softly. “And it looks like you’re actually trying to follow what I told you.”
I glance at her
