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’

I hugged Greta before leaving.

She held onto me a little longer than usual.

I noticed.

But I was already late, so I kissed her forehead and ran.

About an hour later, Owen texted me.

“Greta’s checked in. She’s excited. Everything’s good.”

I finally relaxed.

Then around noon, an unfamiliar number appeared on my phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Karen from Greta’s summer camp. She’s safe, but I need you to come here as soon as possible.”

My stomach tightened.

“What happened?”

There was a short pause.

“It concerns the man who brought her.”

“Owen?”

I nearly laughed.

“There must be some mistake. He’s one of my closest friends.”

Karen’s voice stayed serious.

“I think you should come.”