in my stomach.
But children say strange things.
I told myself that was all it was.
I told Cole to ignore him.
A week later, the principal called.
“Cole got into another fight with Stefan. You need to come to the school.”
By the time I arrived, I was prepared to apologize for my son’s temper.
I rushed into the office and saw Cole sitting there with a swollen lip.
“Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer.
He simply pointed behind me.
I turned.
Another boy was sitting beside a filing
