They were looking at my mother.
Rachel Reed stood near the center of the basketball court, hands relaxed at her sides, her expression unreadable.
Fifty pairs of eyes locked on her.
Titan stood beside me, body tense but perfectly still.
The students who had laughed at me minutes earlier were silent now. Some leaned back on the bleachers as though distance might protect them from what they were witnessing. Teachers exchanged confused looks. Phones rose slowly into the air, recording.
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