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

had loosened a strap.

Michael looked out the window and then back at me.

He said quietly, “Good.”

I blinked. “Good?”

He nodded once. “Maybe if they’re scared,” he said, “they’ll finally listen.”

And that was the moment I understood what Part 2 of this story really was.

Part 1 was the grenade.

Part 2 was the fallout.

Not the kind that destroys everything.

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