I dropped my son off like I always did—until his teacher pulled me aside and whispered, “Don’t leave yet.” My stomach sank when I heard my baby screaming from a locked room.

And I made a promise.

Someone would be held accountable.

Not with rage.

With consequences.

I stayed composed.

I didn’t shout.
I didn’t slam anything.
I didn’t give them a single moment they could spin into “an emotional parent.”

Because people like Mrs. Lang survive by discrediting others.

So I became calm.

Coldly calm.