“How’s the arm?” I asked.
“It’s fine, Mom,” Caleb said, keeping his eyes on his sneakers. Then he paused, his jaw tightening. “I’m sorry I got pushed down. I tried to stay up, but—”
“Stop,” I interrupted gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at me, his brown eyes bright with lingering guilt.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Caleb,” I said, making sure he heard every single word clearly. “Never apologize for being caught off guard by someone who abuses their power. But remember this afternoon.”
“Remember what?” he asked softly.
“Silence doesn’t fix a bully,” I told him, looking into his eyes and then over at my daughter, who was listening closely. “Politeness won’t make a cruel person kind. For twenty years, I let people think I was weak because it was easier than making a scene. And all it did was teach Derek that he could hurt the people I love.”
