The air outside the school was heavy and tense. Maya’s small hands twisted against the cold steel of the handcuffs cutting into her wrists. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stumbled, her backpack slipping from her shoulder and landing on the sidewalk with a thud.
“Let me go! I didn’t do anything!” she screamed, her voice hoarse from crying.
The man in the black suit tightened his grip on her arm.
“Quiet,” he growled under his breath. “This will be easier for you if you stop resisting.”
But Maya wouldn’t stop. She fought against him with all the strength her small frame could muster, her legs scraping against the pavement as he dragged her toward the waiting car.
Around them, a few parents stood frozen, whispering among themselves as they watched.
“Isn’t that the little girl from Mrs. Cain’s class? Why is she in handcuffs? What could she have done?”
No one stepped forward. At that exact moment, a tall man in a tailored navy blue suit stepped out of his sleek black car parked across the…..Read Full Story Here……………….
