Lines That Cannot Be CrossedTHE school day wasn’t over yet.Parents usually didn’t start arriving until at least thirty minutes before dismissal, but Marcus had never been one for timing, or boundaries.His car rolled into the elementary school parking lot with impatient speed, stopping crookedly near the curb. He stepped out, sunglasses on, jaw tight, irritation already written all over his face like he had arrived ready for a fight.Inside the administration office, Mrs. Carter was sorting paperwork when he appeared at the counter.“I’m here for my son,” Marcus said, tapping the desk. “Evan Brooks.”Mrs. Carter looked up slowly, already wary. She checked the screen in front of her, then her expression hardened, professional, but firm.“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “You are not on the approved pickup list.”Marcus scoffed. “I don’t need to be on a list. I’m his father.”“I understand,” she replied calmly, “but we have documentation that clearly states—”“I don’t care about your docum
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