Sarah Fontaine stood protectively by her daughter, Hazel, her gaze fierce and unwavering.
The little girl clung to her mother, her innocent face marred by confusion and fear as the other child’s mother scowled, her accusations cutting through the playground.
“Your daughter pushed my son!”
The woman shouted, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of other parents nearby.
“She’s a little monster, just like her mother! What kind of example are you setting for her, letting her go around hurting other children?”
Sarah’s voice was calm but firm.
“My daughter didn’t lay a finger on your son. I saw him threatening to push her first, and he only fell when he saw me coming.”
The woman’s face flushed, and she took a step closer to Sarah, her hands shaking with anger.
“You dare lie? Maybe
