Twenty years after being bullied in high school, I thought I would never see him again. However, chance put him back on my path — and his apology reopened a story that I thought was definitively buried.
I hadn’t seen Lucas for nearly twenty years.
In high school, it was because of him that I dreaded entering the school. Because of him, I was having lunch at the CDI, my eyes glued to my notebooks to avoid his. He never raised his voice. He didn’t need any spectacular moves. A well-placed sentence was enough to make me feel tiny.
