He Mocked My Scar, So I Left Him to His Regret Chapter 15

He Mocked My Scar, So I Left Him to His Regret Chapter 15

When I got home, Mom was waiting in the living room.

An old cardboard box sat on the coffee table. The letter on top had been written thirteen years ago, the recipient line bearing the name I no longer used.

I opened the envelope.

*Lucy, it rained in Melbourne today. Mom put a cedar sapling by the window. When you come here, we’ll move it into the yard together.*

The handwriting was slightly blurred.

The second letter said she’d finally saved enough for a plane

ticket back to America.

The third contained an invitation from the Tidewatch Pack.

The letters after that grew thicker and thicker. Every single one had been stopped in Mooncrest and returned to her, unopened.

I read them one by one until dawn was breaking.

So on all those nights when I thought the world had abandoned me, someone had been reaching out, again and again.

Someone else had simply refused on my behalf.

Mom sat down beside me.

thrown away that notebook.

It used to be a source of shame.

Now, it was evidence.

The poll in the class channel was still there, buried in the old account. The screenshot of my tenth-grade lunch subsidy form was still being forwarded in old group chats.

And Holden still had those seventy or eighty notes Bianca had

written.

Every piece of it came from the past.

Every piece had once been dismissed as a joke, a misunderstanding, or me being too sensitive.

I opened the Mooncrest Education Committee website and filed a

formal complaint against Cedar Ridge Academy.

The cheating accusations in my file could no longer take away my degree, but they never should have been there in the first place,

an excuse for the academy to hide its negligence.

Before submitting, I paused.

Mom didn’t rush me.

In the end, I hit confirm.