(LIAM'S POV)
The principal rushed back in a second later. His face went pale at the destruction — shattered glass, toppled trophies, me bleeding on the floor.
"What the hell happened here?!" he shouted. "Get out! Get out of my office and never come back!"
I staggered to my feet, clutching my casted arm, limping toward the door. "I'm going to sue this school for assault—"
"Get out!" the principal roared.
I limped out, humiliation burning hotter than the pain.
That night I tried a new tactic. Helen.
She was in the same school as Mason, just a year below. I cornered her in the living room after midnight. She looked like a ghost — eyes sunken, skin pale, dark circles like bruises.
"Helen… I need you to talk to Mason at school tomorrow. Convince him to come home. We can make the house whole again. For Mom. Please."
