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’

She walked me down a hallway and opened her office door.

I’d braced myself for a lot of things. I had not braced for this.

She walked me down a hallway and opened her office door.

Owen sat in a plastic chair beside Greta.

Her eyes were red and swollen. Her glasses were pushed up on her forehead, and she was twisting the hem of her shirt into a rope.

Owen looked like a man who’d swallowed a stone. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Greta?” I dropped to my knees in front of her. “Baby, what happened? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head and stared at the carpet.

“Baby, what happened? Are you hurt?”

I stood up. “Somebody tell me what’s going on.”

Karen closed the door. “I’ll be direct, Ma’am. This morning, Owen asked my staff to keep Greta away from several specific girls. He showed me screenshots