She Moved Her Chair—and Our School Turned Kindness Into Controversy

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“Is it always Liam?” I asked. “Or… are other kids coming to you too?”

Her eyes dropped.

And my heart sank, because I already knew the answer.

“Sometimes,” she whispered.

“How many?” I asked softly.

She shrugged, but it wasn’t casual.

It was heavy.

“Like… three,” she admitted. “Sometimes four.”

My stomach twisted.

“Maya,” I said, trying not to sound alarmed,continue reading …