Heartless People |Book 3|

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

"Clothes covered in red,

Eyelids sore and blue,

Never forget the ruthless

Because they won't ever forget you."

· J.J. McAvoy

JENNIE

I sat patiently with my legs crossed and my hands folded. I was trying my best to keep calm as the teacher in front of me went on about what was possibly wrong with my son.

"...it's my personal belief that your son has a social anxiety disorder. He rarely plays or talks to the other children. In fact, in all of his time here, I've never seen him interested in anything other than his doodles. I understand that you are both incredibly—"

"I'm sorry, is my son failing your class?" I ask her through a smile.

"No, but—"

"Has he been disrespectful in anyway?"

"Again, no—"

"Are you a licensed psychiatrist?"

Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath.

I smiled. "I'll take that as a no. You're a teacher, a very well paid teacher I might add. After all, this is the best private school in the state. Now, if you took the time to actually look at these doodles, you would see that he has a great talent and a very imaginative mind. I'm guessing the reason he isn't responsive in your class is because he's bored...those packets you give, he finishes in less than a few minutes while at home. So instead of blaming my son or trying to label him with a disorder, which we've already established is not in your job description, why don't you try a few other methods?"

Her mouth dropped open as if she hadn't been expecting me to say anything, as if I was supposed to just take my son and get his head checked.

"I think we're done here, Ms. Henderson, thank you for bring us in." Lisa stood and fixed her suit before she offered me her hand.

"Of course, Ms. Manoban. And Governor, I just want you to know that I'm an avid supporter of —"

"Goodbye, Ms. Henderson," I cut her off, and took Lisa's hands as she led us out.

Hanbin and Chanyeol both stood, at the doors.

"Why do you look so glum, sugar plum?" I asked my son as he swung his legs back and forth on the bench in the hall.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked softly.

"No, your mom here yelled at your teacher," Lisa snickered.

His dark brown messy head snapped up and his mouth dropped open. "Mommy!" he scolded.

"I did not yell. I just corrected her mistake is all," I said to him and he crossed his arms, and glared at me as though he didn't believe me.

"I don't want to be moved into another classroom again, I just started to like this one," he groaned, as he put his head in his hands.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I brushed his hands away. But he still refused look at me.

"Wyatt, look at me, please."

He sighed and looked to me with his familiar, big, brown eyes, though his had specks of green in them.

"If you like the class, why don't you speak? Or talk to the other students? I know you aren't as shy as you act. You and Ethan can talk the ears off an elephant." I said with a smile as I tickled his stomach.