I drove to the camp imagining every terrible possibility.
Karen met me outside and led me directly to her office.
When she opened the door, Owen was sitting beside Greta.
My daughter’s eyes were swollen from crying.
Her glasses rested on top of her head, and she was twisting the bottom of her shirt between her fingers.
I immediately dropped in front of her.
“Greta, are you hurt?”
She shook her head.
I stood.
“Then someone please tell me what happened.”
Karen closed the door.
“This morning, Owen asked us to keep Greta away from several specific girls. He showed us messages suggesting they have been bullying her and asked us to change her cabin assignment.”
I stared at her.
“Bullying?”
Then Karen continued.
“What concerned me was that Owen said you didn’t know about any of this. He also asked us not to contact you yet.”
The room went silent.
