The Monday light coming through the counselor’s window should have felt ordinary. Instead, it made everything in her office look too bright, too sharp, like there was nowhere for me to hide. “Your son drew something in class today,” Mrs. Hayes said gently. “We need to talk about it.” She slid a sheet of construction paper across the desk. I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t. Crayon lines. Pink and purple swirls. A big cake in the middle. A tall figure with long dark hair leaning over it, little l