"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't accept your children here."
The impersonal rejection came through the phone, and Olivia sighed, ending the call.
Six schools and six polite rejections.
If she hadn't lived through it herself, she'd never have believed how grueling it was to get them enrolled. She was filling out endless forms, submitting applications, and managing mountains of requirements.
She only wanted a place for her children to go to school.
Bracing herself, she turned her gaze toward the towering building ahead.
Today was her last session with Arthur, and she was determined to make it perfect.
As she entered the building, the security guards greeted her with pleasant, even admiring smiles. Olivia returned their smiles politely, barely registering the shift in their demeanor.
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