“Ready to go, Lily?” her mom called.
“Coming!” Lily yelled. She ran to the door, then stopped and looked back. “Ms. Thompson?”
“Yes, Lily?”
“Thank you for standing up for me,” she said. “So I could sit down.”
She waved and skipped down the hallway, her footsteps echoing—not fleeing, not hiding, just the sound of a child moving freely through a world that was finally, finally safe.
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