Chapter 5 - The System's Cruelty
The revelation hit me like a splash of ice water. The sorrow and guilt inside me instantly transmuted into white-hot, furious rage.
""They suspended you?"" I stood up, pacing across the narrow room. ""Because you taught a dying child how to read? Are they completely out of their minds?""
Jane leaned back against the wall, looking defeated. ""The district lawyer said it was a liability nightmare. If something happened to a student under my care off-campus, the district could be sued. Plus, parents at my actual school complained that I wasn't staying after hours for free tutoring sessions because I was leaving at 3:15 PM sharp to make hospital rounds.""
""Which parents?"" I demanded.
""Mrs. Sterling,"" Jane replied flatly. ""The PTA president. Her son got a B-plus on his mid-term history project, and she blamed my lack of availability after the final bell. When she discovered I was spending my afternoons at St. Jude's Children's Wing, she took it straight to the superintendent. She called it a dereliction of my contracted duties.""
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Amanda Sterling was the wealthiest, most vindictive socialite in our town. Her husband sat on the city council, and she treated the public school system like her personal country club. The idea that this woman had used her petty grievance to crucify my wife while Jane was comforting terminal children made my blood boil.
""We will fight this,"" I said firmly, kneeling back down in front of Jane and taking both of her cold hands in mine. ""We have savings. We have lawyers. I will sell my stock options tomorrow morning. They are not taking your career away over this, Jane. I swear to you.""
Jane shook her head weakly. ""You don't understand the politics here, Mark. The hearing is on Friday morning. It's a closed-door board session. The superintendent, Dr. Vance, wants to make an example out of me to prove that teachers can't 'moonlight' without prior board approval. They already drew up the termination paperwork. It’s over.""
""It's not over,"" I said through gritted teeth.
I looked out the office window down at our front yard. The hundred roses still sat on the porch, their vibrant colors defying the darkness of the suburban night. Those flowers weren't just gifts; they were evidence. They were physical proof of the lives Jane had touched while the bureaucratic cowards in their air-conditioned offices worried about liability waivers and PTA egos.
""Get some sleep, Jane,"" I said gently, helping her up from the floor. ""You haven't slept properly in months. Go to our bed. Let me handle the porch.""
She looked at me with hesitation, but her physical exhaustion won out. She nodded numbly, kissed my cheek with cold lips, and shuffled toward the bedroom.
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Once the bedroom door clicked shut, I walked back out to the porch. I sat down on the wooden swing, surrounded by the hundred roses, and pulled out my laptop. I opened a fresh document, looked at Toby's handwritten note sitting beside my keyboard, and began to type.
If Dr. Vance and Amanda Sterling wanted a quiet, closed-door execution of my wife's career, they were about to realize they picked the wrong teacher to destroy.
