The next time I was at school I had spoke with the consular about Connor's house situation. I had guilt. What if what I'm doing is wrong? What if it makes it worse? Honestly I really care about him. I don't want to see him hurt.
"So what you're saying is Connor's father is abusing him?" The consular asked.
"Yes mam." I nod.
"Is this a rumor or has he told you in person?"
"He told with his own lips."
"Ok Miss Adams... Sit there for a minute." She picked up the phone and dialed a number,"Hello, this is Mrs. Garza, could you please send Connor Davis down to my office?... Okay thank you." She set the phone down.
I started worrying oh my gawd... He's gonna know I told. He's going to hate me. What am I going to do? He trusted me not to tell anyone. And I broke the trust between our friendship.
