“Sorry, we’ll keep it down. I forget that some girls actually care about studying”
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Tammy heard strains of music as she climbed the steps up to the dorm — a sure sign the volume was way louder than it was supposed to be. Still, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the questions reverberating in her mind.
To tell or not to tell?
If yes, whom should she tell?
Would ZeeZee get in trouble? (Yes.)
Would Tammy get in trouble? (Not if she was the whistleblower.)
She sighed as she reached the second-floor landing and stood by the door. She’d just had her daily conversation with Shani, which had left her feeling even more confused.
On the one hand, everyone blamed her for messing up the situation. But, on the other, she was the only Shvilei staffer Shani was still in touch with. The only person in the world Shani trusted, with the possible exception of her therapist, whom Shani was slowly starting to feel comfortable with. And that was thanks to Tammy’s encouragement.
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