Questions hovering just beneath the surface.
Now, with parent-teacher conferences looming.
I’m bracing for a meeting that feels charged with more than just academic progress.
There’s a silent tension in the messages from the school.
No direct warnings, but an undercurrent of concern that’s hard to ignore.
I’m avoiding thinking about the conversation to come.
Aware that decisions made then could tip the fragile balance of trust and protection I’m desperately trying to hold on to.
I walk the line between caution and open-mindedness.
Uncertain which way it will all fall.
The incident that afternoon changed how I see his friend.
