“Of course.”
“Do you remember when your son used to tutor my little brother? About two years ago. His name is Ethan. He would have been a freshman then.”
The name did not ring a bell.
Nathan had never mentioned tutoring anyone.
“I don’t think Nathan ever told me about that,” I said slowly. “He actually tutors a lot of kids. He never makes a big thing of it.”
“Yeah.” Her voice softened. “It seems so.”
I switched the phone to my other ear.
“Madison, what are you trying to tell me?”
The Truth About Ethan
“My brother was struggling with his schoolwork and failing eighth grade. Kids were awful to him. He came home crying almost every day. Some of the older boys were giving him a hard time. He didn’t want to go to school anymore,” Madison started explaining.
