Grace’s POV I reach the school. The tightness in my chest hasn’t eased in the slightest It’s probably nothing right? Children argue. It's normal they get into trouble occasionally. Except my children aren’t how the world sees normal. And things haven’t felt particularly normal lately. The receptionist looks up as I enter a polite smile on her face. “I was called in for the Montoya boys” I tell her “And you are?” “Their mother” She nods and gestures toward the hallway. “The headmistress is waiting for you second door on your left.” “Thank you” I walk down the corridor as children’s voices drift faintly through the building, everything sounds normal, somehow that makes it worse. I knock lightly on the door marked headmistress, a firm voice calls from inside. “Come in” When I open it the boys are already there, seated side by side in chairs against the wall, their backs straight, hands resting in their laps. Like they know they’re in trouble and have no intention of makin
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