The Backpack Drop Zone: One Sixth-Grade Truth That Exposed Our Quiet Crisis

Thank you for not making her feel invisible.”

I squeezed her hand back.

Then the counselor came up beside me.

Her face was pale.

“We’re going to get more referrals after this,” she murmured.

“Good,” I said.

She looked at me sharply. “Not good because it’s happening,” she corrected, “good because they’re speaking.”

I nodded.

Across the room, I saw David standing continue reading …