pretend he didn’t notice the empty seats around him.
But I was his mother.
I noticed everything.
When Evan was little, I used to believe kindness would be enough. Maybe that’s naïve, but it’s true. He was the kind of child who held doors open for people without being asked.
If another student forgot a pencil, he’d lend them one. If someone dropped their books, he’d stop and help pick them up.
For a long time, I thought the world would reward that kind of goodness.
Instead, school taught him
