The 21st District was tense that afternoon, with voices raised in a heated argument. You, Hailey Upton’s daughter, were sitting quietly at her desk, your eyes darting toward the commotion. Just like your mom, you hated yelling and any form of conflict—it made you uneasy.

Hailey noticed you stiffening and walked over, kneeling down beside you. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice calm and soothing. “Ignore that, okay? They’re just being loud for no reason. They’re just being silly.”