It's an experimental charter school, they'd told her. He can stay enrolled after the adoption, if you like.
She'd been thrilled. After all, didn't these charter schools put kids way ahead of the game?
Her husband furiously thrust their new son's schoolbook before her. It seemed benign enough...
"LOOK AT THE TEXT."
There, nestled smugly amongst innocuous pictures of animals, machinery, and historical-looking figures, were the most revolting "lessons" she'd ever witnessed.
Constructing a bomb, from household materials.
How to dismember a human corpse.
Sabotage. Cleverly-disguised assassinations. Mind control.
"Ahead of the game", indeed. But what horrifying game was this?