Coach Preston's account changed everything. He remembered the shape of the old complaint — a student, a rumor quietly silenced, a conversation with Draper that he'd been told to consider "handled." He hadn't known the student's name until Nathan and Sasha said it. Once he did, he agreed, without hesitation, to put what he remembered in writing.
"That's a second adult," Sasha said, practically vibrating with the shift in momentum. "Someone with actual standing. Someone the district can't dismiss as two teenagers with an agenda."
They went back to Marissa one final time — not to push her, but to lay out what had changed. Preston's willingness to speak. The digital copies of the note and photograph, still intact. A path that didn't require her to stand alone in front of anyone, not this tim
