You know when you're in that zone, maybe it's just a hormonal one - you walk towards the school with your angry sad kid who doesn't want to spend breaktime alone again, and in front of the school is the headmistress with two mothers, one of whom you know. They are talking, and one embraces the other, and they share a desperate hug, while the headmistress stands by. As they break apart and one woman leaves, hand up to her face to try and press the tears away, the other woman's face crumples in grief and dismay as well.

Some tragedy has occurred or is occurring.

And I could see it coming, as I approached, and feel the misery of it welling inside me as I made my daughter go face another school day.

Nothing is safe. Everything's a trigger at times like these.

I wish I could help. Them, and my girl, and myself.