“No.”
“And what did you see when you entered your classroom?”
Across the courtroom, Benjamin sat between his parents.
At fifteen, he had his hands folded on the table in front of him. I had taught him for eight months without ever writing his name on a disciplinary report.
Now I was here to explain the first.
“I saw Tyler on the floor,” I answered. “And Benjamin standing over him.”
The attorney waited.
“Then Benjamin kicked Tyler’s phone.”