Chapter 2 - Mark Races Toward The School
Mark slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, sending his modern sedan surging forward through the afternoon traffic.
His phone sat on the dashboard, replaying the horrifying video of his son being struck with a wooden ruler over and over.
“I’m coming, Dyllan... hold on, buddy,” Mark muttered through clenched teeth, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
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The olive-green shirt he wore suddenly felt suffocating as pure rage coursed through every single vein in his body.
He didn't care about red lights, speed limits, or morning meetings; his only focus was the middle school three miles away.
