Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Back in rhythm

Within a week, Frank was back on his normal schedule. Mornings alone with his coffee. Humming while mopping the hallway floors. The school felt warm again. The sting of what had happened hadn’t vanished completely—but it no longer owned him. He wasn’t broken. He had bent, but didn’t snap. That alone felt like a quiet victory he didn’t need to announce.