She vehemently shook her head. “Yes, I do. You think I don’t know what’s going on?” She stared at me, daring me to speak. I turned away, putting the rest of the things that she’d need for tomorrow in her backpack. “He hurt those little girls. He touched them on their private parts. I don’t care if he touches me on my private parts.” I froze. Still as a statue. We’d never told her he touched the girls on their private parts.
