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 turned toward Owen.

“What bullying?”

He rubbed his jaw.

“After you left, Greta told me she didn’t want to go to camp. I asked why.”

He looked at her.

“It took a while, but she finally told me several girls from school had been targeting her for weeks. Those same girls are here.”

My chest tightened.

“Weeks?”

“She showed me messages. They told her nobody wanted her in their cabin. They told her camp would be worse because she wouldn’t be able to avoid them.”

I looked at Greta.

She seemed so small sitting there.

Owen lowered his voice.

“She begged me not to tell you. She knew you had been called into work. She didn’t want you leaving your shift because of her.”

Suddenly, I remembered what she had said that morning.

“I don’t have to go. I can stay home.”

I had thought she was being thoughtful.