I Let My Friend Drive My 10-Year-Old Daughter to Summer Camp – A Few Hours Later, the Camp Administrator Called and Said, ‘I Think You Need to Come Here. It’s About the Man Who Brought Her’

around the edges.

“Greta,” I said, as gently as I could manage, “none of this is your fault.”

Can’t wait for camp, Greta. You can’t hide there.

She finally looked up. She didn’t say anything.

That scared me more than the crying.

Then I turned on Owen, and I’m sorry, but I wasn’t gentle.

“Helping her was one thing,” I said. “Promising a ten-year-old you’d hide something like this from me is another. And then making arrangements on my behalf? Without me knowing?”

“She trusted me.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t want to betray that.”

Then I turned on Owen, and I’m sorry, but I wasn’t gentle.

“You’re not her parent.”

“I know that, but…”

“Pardon me,” Karen said, stepping between us. “Before this becomes the whole conversation, there’s something you should know. Another parent is on her way. I called the mother of the main girl involved, because this