the consequences for its own child.
Greta would have a real consequence for sending that photo, and the bullying wouldn’t be allowed to excuse it.
Then I took Greta into the hallway and crouched down again.
“What can realistically be done?”
“I’m going to ask you one question,” I said. “Take your time. If those girls weren’t here, would you still want to go to camp?”
She hesitated. I watched her chew her lip.
“Yes,” she said.
“Then here’s the deal. You don’t have to give up something you want because you’re scared. But staying means owning what you did, and following the new rules. Both. Can you do that?”
“I’m going to ask you one question,”
She wiped her nose on her sleeve. Straightened her shoulders, just a little.
“I want to stay.”
I pulled her in. “Okay, then.”
That left Owen.
