A Man Drove His Best Friend’s Daughter to Ballet Three Times a Week – Then Her Teacher Asked the Girl’s Mother a Question That Made Her Blood Run Cold

I went inside.

Audrey wasn’t in the kitchen.

Then I heard her crying in the downstairs bathroom.

I knocked gently.

“Sweetheart?”

“Go away.”

 

I felt my stomach tighten.

“Audrey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Did something happen with Derek?”

“No!”

“Then please talk to me.”

She opened the door.

Her face was wet with tears.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

I stepped back.

She had never spoken to me that way.

I wasn’t angry.

I was frightened.

Something was clearly wrong, and my daughter seemed convinced I was part of the problem.

That night, I asked Scott to speak with Derek.

He looked puzzled.

“About what?”

“About whatever happened in the car.”

“Derek said she was upset about stopping for food.”

“Scott, I heard her asking him to talk to me about something.”