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’

“But what she did doesn’t erase what happened before it.”

Karen nodded.

“Exactly. Neither child gets a free pass.”

Then Greta whispered,

“I just want to go home.”

Part of me wanted to take her immediately.

Drive home.

Order pizza.

Let her hide from everything.

But that would have meant two things.

She would lose something she had wanted for months because other children had scared her away.

And she would avoid taking responsibility for what she had done.

Neither felt right.

I looked at Karen.

“What can we realistically do?”