She was filled with worries—worried that Emily Blair would refuse to apologize, worried that Emily might apologize to Isabella Austin, worried that if Emily didn't apologize, the school would expel her, and most of all, worried that even if Emily did apologize, the school might go back on its word and still decide to expel her.
There were so many things she couldn’t say out loud in front of the school administration. Her mind was a tangled mess.
But as she watched Emily Blair’s face, calm and unchanged from start to finish, a strange sense of peace settled over her, as if all her worries had vanished in an instant.
It was odd—Emily was the student and she was the teacher, yet she found herself trusting the student more than anyone else in that room.
A quiet voice inside told her: Emily Blair could be trusted.
Emily would handle this. It wouldn’t become a problem.
Her gaze shifted slightly. Emily was so composed—could there be something wrong with that statement the school wanted her to sign?
Emily was still waiting for her response.
Ms. Carter glanced at the dense lines of text in Emily’s hand and asked softly, “May I see it?”
Emily shrugged, completely unfazed, waving the thin sheet of paper. “This?”
She handed it over without hesitation. “Go ahead.”
Ms. Carter took the paper, but after just a few lines, her face changed dramatically.
She couldn’t maintain even the basic composure expected of a teacher. “What is this supposed to be? What on earth is this?”

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