Raffy had already apologized, but they were still pushing for more. Fine—let’s pull the security footage and set the record straight, once and for all.
Raffy pressed his hand to his forehead, wincing. “I’ve got a headache,” he said quietly. “I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“What’s wrong?” Millie’s brow furrowed with concern as she turned to him.
“Monica just hit me on the head. Now it hurts and I’m not feeling well at all.”
Millie’s face changed instantly; she leaned in, worried, to check on him.
“I didn’t hit his head,” Niki said, each word crisp and deliberate. “You’re just afraid the security footage will prove you guilty, aren’t you?”
“Take Raffy to the nurse’s office,” Alexander said in a measured voice. “I’ll go to the security room and review the tapes.”
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In the security room, Niki rattled off the exact times she’d been bullied and picked on. When they pulled up the footage, everything was painfully clear.
It was Rafferty—caught on camera—who’d been picking on Niki.
Danielle felt a chill run through her. She could hardly believe this was the same boy she’d raised for five years. In just two months, he’d become someone she barely recognized.
Watching the footage, seeing how Niki had endured everything in silence, her heart twisted painfully.
Alexander stared at the screens, his expression dark.
“Mr. Davidson, the evidence is right in front of us,” the teacher said quietly. “We have to follow protocol.”
Alexander was silent for a moment, then his gaze slowly settled on Danielle. “Do you think this is the child’s fault?”
Danielle couldn’t help a bitter laugh. “What else could it be?”
“If Raffy’s behavior is this bad, whose responsibility is that?” he pressed, his tone sharp with accusation.
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