Lola pov The call came from Elara’s school on a Tuesday afternoon.It was not an emergency. That much was clear from the calm tone of the receptionist. Still, something in Lola’s chest tightened the moment she heard her name spoken carefully, like a preface to news that needed handling.“There’s nothing wrong,” the woman assured her. “We just thought you might want to come by.”Lola hung up slowly, staring at her phone for a moment longer than necessary.Nothing wrong did not mean nothing important.She arrived twenty minutes later, the familiar smell of disinfectant and crayons grounding her as she walked through the hallway. Elara’s teacher met her near the door, her expression kind but thoughtful.“She’s okay,” the teacher said quickly. “This isn’t about behavior. It’s more about a conversation that came up.”Lola nodded, bracing herself.Children rarely framed their questions carefully. They spoke from instinct, from what they felt rather than what they understood.That was what
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