That night, I began building the case.
I reviewed the footage repeatedly, documenting every detail, every word, every movement. Sarah provided a statement, her account aligning perfectly with the timeline. Sophie, though shaken, managed to tell me enough to confirm my worst fears.
There had been others.
Mentions of “punishments,” of being taken to “quiet places,” of adults who told them to stay silent. Patterns began to emerge—names, locations, times.
Oakridge Academy wasn’t just negligent. It was complicit.
