Megan stared at the principal.
“You told me there were no cameras near his locker.”
“We believed there weren’t usable recordings.”
The custodian looked uncomfortable.
“There are.”
Connor’s mother stood.
“My son is not sitting here while you conduct some kind of witch hunt.”
She grabbed his arm.
The custodian spoke.
“You may want to stay.”
She stopped.
“Why?”
He looked at Principal Adams instead.
“Because Connor isn’t the only person on those recordings.”
The principal went still.
Megan noticed.
“What does that mean?”
Nobody answered.
The custodian slowly turned the laptop toward them.
A frozen image filled the screen.
Isaac’s locker.
Connor.
And an adult standing several feet away watching everything happen.
Isaac’s mother stared at the figure.
Then at the principal.
Because the footage wasn’t just about who had bullied her son.
It was about who had known all along. 👇
Megan leaned toward the laptop. The frozen image was grainy, but the adult standing beside Isaac’s locker was unmistakable.
Principal Adams.
He did not look away from the screen. He looked at the custodian.
