The Recall Trials

"Sometimes, the strongest thing you can do... is not fight back."

I found him alone.

Dinesh.

He stood near the edge of the locker corridor, arms crossed, staring blankly at the wall like it might tell him what to do with all the rage boiling inside him.

I took a breath and stepped forward. "Dinesh..."

He didn’t look at me. Not right away.

But I kept walking until there were only a few feet between us. "I need to talk."

He turned slowly, his jaw already tight. "Now you want to talk?"

"I owe you—"

"No," he snapped. "Don’t start that apology bullshit. Not from you."

I stayed quiet.