In the days since the tragedy, the school bus stop has transformed into a quiet memorial. Small backpacks, hand-drawn cards, and stuffed animals sit beneath flickering candles, each one a fragile attempt to honor a life barely begun. Parents stand in hushed clusters, gripping their children’s hands a little tighter, stealing worried glances at every passing bus.
Inside the school, counselors guide students and teachers through waves of confusion and sorrow, while district officials pore over safety protocols, desperate to ensure no family ever relives this pain. The bus driver, cooperating with investigators, carries a different kind of burden, one that may never fully lift. In living rooms across the community, bedtime is now filled with harder questions and longer hugs, as a town tries to move forward without forgetting the child whose seat will forever remain empty.
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