Bren and Kaia sit in Miss Walters office. Bren can see how stiffly Kaia was sitting, how expressive her eyes are. There’s fear in them. Raw and real. He reaches under the table and holds her left hand. She tightens hers around his and he squeezes a little. It says ‘you’re okay. I’ve got you.’
“I’m going straight to Principal Jan now. I only called you here because I thought you deserved to see it. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’d surely see to it that he pays gravely,” Miss Walters says, gently taking the images away from Kaia.
Kaia nods. “Thank you. Thank you, guys, so much. For uncovering all of this. I just . . .i can’t believe he . . .”
“It’s okay, Kaia. I didn’t do much. Bren’s the one who did the whole thing. If he hadn’t seen and reported th
