“You’re grounded until August. No phone. No friends. No car. And you will write Emma a handwritten apology.”
She exploded.
“THIS ISN’T FAIR! SHE RUINED MY PROM!”
Mike’s voice turned cold.
“No. You ruined your own prom the moment you chose cruelty.”
She stormed upstairs.
And Mom?
She cried—but this time, it was relief. Gratitude. Healing.
Holding onto us, she whispered, “Thank you… I’ve never felt this loved.”
