My 13-year-old niece stopped going to basketball practice because one of the coaches kept offering to drive her home alone. Her mother thought she was being dramatic.
“He’s been coaching kids for years,” she said. “Why would he suddenly be a problem?”
My niece refused to explain. Then one Saturday, I picked her up from practice myself. The coach walked over to my car.
“You’re not her mom.”
“I’m her aunt.”
He smiled. “I usually take her home when her mom is busy.”
I looked at my niece. She immediately said, “No, you don’t.”