Unable to face the dagger-eyed crowd, the student counsellor hung his head. He had failed them all.
And as a consequence, all their families were now shredded to pieces. There was no way he could reverse what had happened. He had failed as a father and now it was time he paid the price.
He didn’t look at the boy; couldn’t recognise the twisted, convoluted child standing trial for rampaging his school, gunning down classmates and teachers alike.
Davis blamed himself. He had spent a lifetime analysing behavioural patterns in other children, failing to recognise it in his own.