>Mallory
"Specialized school?" I repeated, my voice quieter this time, just to make sure I hadn't heard him wrong.
For a moment, my mind froze. A specialized school… If that was really true, then maybe—just maybe—it could help my son. I had tried searching for something similar before, spending countless nights scrolling through websites and forums, asking doctors and counselors. But there were barely any schools willing to take children with cases like his. Most of them either rejected us outright or demanded conditions I could never meet.
"That's right," he said calmly. "You may have never heard of it, but our hospital has its own specialized school. It's designed for patients who have experienced complex trauma and emotional or behavioral difficulties."
As he spoke, he closed the file in his hands with a soft sound. Then he turned his body slightly, facing me directly. His expression was gentle. His voice professional, and steady—too steady, if I was being honest.
