Then lowered her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Nobody spoke.
She swallowed.
“I was horrible to you.”
The room watched.
“I’ve been horrible for years.”
My throat tightened.
She continued.
“I don’t expect forgiveness. I just wanted to say it.”
Then she walked away.
A second student stood.
Then another.
And another.
One by one.
People approached.
