Sydney
Descriptions people gave of Tyler Sinclair’s mom honestly didn’t do her justice.
Because the woman I saw walking down the hallway in the midst of gaping students, didn’t feel like just a mother.
She felt like someone who shouldn’t be crossed.
Dangerous.
Like the type of person people apologized to before they even knew what they did wrong.
Teachers straightened when she passed by them, students scrambled to the side instinctively, and the whispers dipped lower.
And right there in that hallway, as I watched her slide her phone into her handbag without breaking stride, I just knew I was in big trouble for what I’d made her son do.
My heart picked up pace again, hard enough to hurt. And for one desperate second, I wished I could disappear before this day got any worse than it a
