The police response was swift, but the resistance was immediate.
Within an hour, lawyers representing the school had arrived, attempting to control the narrative before it could escape the building. They spoke in polished tones about “misunderstandings” and “protocols,” but I dismantled each argument with surgical precision.
I had video. I had a witness. I had a victim.
And most importantly, I had a growing suspicion that Sophie was not the first.
As officers escorted Halvorsen away, I noticed something else—several staff members avoiding eye contact, their silence heavy with implication. This was bigger than one man.
