The moment I agreed to the surveillance, I knew I had just traded one cage for another.
Instead of chains, it would be eyes—watching, judging, waiting for me to slip.
The Director instructed me to remain inside his office while the officers finalized arrangements for my assigned guard. Apparently, they needed time to brief him properly, to ensure he understood the “risk” I supposedly posed.
Risk.
I almost laughed at the word.
Across the room, the chairs that were once occupied by Mrs. Finch and the other parents now sat empty. They had wasted no time leaving, as if merely breathing the same air as me was enough to endanger their lives. I didn’t need to see her face to know she was still furious. Even from a distance, her voice echoed faintly through the hallway—sharp, shrill, accusing
