Every pair of eyes in the room turned on her. The looks were no longer sympathetic.
Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but the assistant cut her off without missing a beat.
"The harm you've caused Miss Walker and Mrs. James cannot be resolved with a flimsy apology."
"Please come with me. Our legal team will discuss the matter of compensation with you in detail."
The truth was out. The people who had been tormenting us minutes ago were escorted from the room.
Moira finally broke. She wrenched free of Alvin's hand and threw herself into my arms, sobbing so hard her whole body shook.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Mommy, don't apologize for me, please—I'm sorry, Mommy..."
My nose burned. I held her tight, as tight as I could.
"It's not your fault. I'm the one who didn't realize you were miserable at this school."
"I'm the one who couldn't protect you. I should be apologizing to you."
After the divorce from Alvin, I lost the designer bags, the jewelry, all of it. Moving out of the mansion and into a tiny rental with Moira never bothered me.