“I’ve got you, champ,” he said, his voice so quiet I had to lean forward to hear it. “I promise. I’ll take care of this.”
That night, after both kids were finally asleep, I found him at the kitchen table with his laptop open and a yellow legal pad beside him. He had written down the time of the school’s call, the names of the staff on duty, Brenda’s exact words in the driveway, and every place her lie had allowed her to cross a line. He was reading school policy, printing forms, and making a list of everyone who needed to be told that Brenda was never to remove our children again.
Mark is not a man who explodes. When he gets quiet, something serious is coming.
On Saturday, he asked me for a favor.
“Can you make a video?” he said. “Lily’s hospital visits. Her hair. Leo’s promise. Everything. I want everyone to see exactly what she cut.”
