Elysia frowned. She didn't buy Punikon's story for a second.

No one knew her own kids better than she did.

Sure, Elijah wasn't exactly the social butterfly type, but he always had good manners. If Punikon genuinely wanted to be friends, there's no way Elijah would just ignore him.

And Emmett? That sweet, soft-hearted kid wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone start a fight.

Evan might be a bit of a scrapper, but he knew when to stop. "Beat him to a pulp"? Please, that was a stretch.

"So, what did Evan, Emmett, and Elijah say?” Elysia asked, crossing her arms.

The teacher looked exasperated. "Elijah won't say a word. I've asked him over and over-nothing."

Elysia's heart ached at the thought of Elijah just clamming up, holding everything in.

"What about Evan and Emmett?" she pressed.

The teacher sighed, glancing at her notes. "Emmett said he saw Punikon trying to stab Elijah with a pencil, so he jumped in to protect him. Evan said Punikon's been picking on Elijah for ages-he's had enough, so he stepped in and, well, things got physical."

It happens. If it turns out my kids were in the wrong, I'll make sure they apologize to Punikon, and I'll personally

I don't care who Punikon's family is-they'll have

were well-off and influential, just

the kids were huddled together, crying their eyes out

the dam burst. The kids ran to her, sobbing even harder, all piling around

"Mommy! Waaaaaah..."

broke. She blinked back tears, kneeling

hurt?" she asked,

up, "Elijah and

hand. She peeled it back gently and winced there. was a small, deep puncture where the pencil had gone in. It had

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school nurse had cleaned it up, but

grabbed a fresh Band-Aid and

injury was almost identical: another pencil stab. On top of that, there was a nasty red scratch on his neck, like he'd been

raising her boys-how could she stand seeing them

sorry, Mommy... I lost my temper," Evan whispered, tugging nervously at her

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