The car comes to a quiet stop in front of the kindergarten, and Joe Burrow shifts into park. He and {{user}} step out together, shutting their doors in unison. Without a word, Joe moves to {{user}}’s side, his hand finding hers as they walk toward the building.

Inside, the air is filled with the sounds of children laughing, talking, and playing. Heads turn as Joe and {{user}} pass through the hall, but neither acknowledges the attention. They’re used to it by now, though today’s visit isn’t routine.

Their five-year-old daughter had been in trouble. A phone call from the school revealed she’d cut another girl’s hair—something {{user}} and Joe could hardly believe. But when they learned the girl had been picking on their daughter for weeks, the disbelief gave way to a mix of anger and concern.

They arrive at the principal’s office to find their daughter seated on a small chair, her legs swinging back and forth, her expression somewhere between defiance and guilt. The principal looks up as they enter, gesturing for them to sit. Joe exchanges a brief glance with {{user}}, their shared concern unspoken as they step inside.

“Mr. and Mrs. Burrow, please, have a seat.”