I stared, wiping at my eyes as I realized what they were showing. Every band had a word scrawled in bold ink:
Kayla pressed Olivia’s favorite pen into my palm. Her voice was shaky but sure: “You really did go, Liv.
You went in all of us.”
My throat closed. I hugged her close, whispering. “You kept your promise. All of you did. You kept your promise to my baby.”
Kayla laughed through her tears.
“Olivia made us promise not to take ourselves too seriously, even today. Especially today.”
Marcus stepped up and nudged Kayla’s shoulder. “She would’ve hated all the crying, Renee.
But she would’ve loved the chaos.”
Even as the crowd broke, kids kept coming up to me. One girl with smudged makeup hugged me and whispered, “She helped me through so much, ma’am. I never got to say thank you.”
Parents stopped me in the field, shaking my hand, wiping their eyes.
“Thank you for sharing her with us,” one mother said. “She made this school better.”
Even Mr. Dawson found me, blinking hard.
“She changed us, Renee,” he said. “We’ll never see graduation the same way again. Thank you for raising someone so…
extraordinary.”
I stood in the middle of the field with Olivia’s cap under my arm, letting the crowd move around me. I could have slipped away quietly. But not today.
