Chapter Seven
Throughout the rest of the day, Danielle could not get the thought of those red marks across Natalie’s bottom out of her head. She even found her eyes filling with tears at one point during an afternoon class at the mere thought of someone hurting the poor girl.
The more she thought about it, the more she rationalised that someone at the academy had obviously been the perpetrator.
The question was, who?
She had often heard tales of bullying slipping under the wall of respectability on which the academy prided itself. But she hoped that the girls trusted her enough by now to come forward if they were a victim of such appalling treatment.
Later that afternoon, as she sat alone in her office drinking a cup of strong coffee, another thought entered her mind.
Natalie was six
