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~Dylan’s POV
I felt the anger sitting heavy in my chest even before I opened my mouth. It was not the loud kind. It was the quiet one that made my jaw tight and my head ache. Eva stood there, still breathing hard from all the shouting, her face flushed, her pride wounded. I could feel eyes on us, even though the principal’s office was now quieter.
I turned to the woman whose son had been hurt. She was still standing stiffly, her arms crossed, her lips pressed together like she was holding back another outburst.
“I am sorry,” I said, my voice firm but calm. “Truly sorry. This should not have happened.”
Eva made a sound beside me, like she wanted to interrupt, but I lifted my hand slightly and she stopped.
“Our son was wrong,” I continued. “There is no excuse for it. We will cover a
