This happened eight years ago at St. Boniface.

As I walk into the courtyard between the covent and the reverie, I see Father Tull at the door of the reverie with one of my young female students. In this moment, I realized I misplaced my trust in my superior and that this had happened because I had not been paying attention to my students. An anger grew within me. I immediately make my way over to the young girl, escorting her far away from Father Tull. Once we are out of earshot, she looks to me and begins crying into my habit. I ask her what happened to her, but she provides me no response, presumably out of shame. Eventually, through tears and gasps, she tells me that she never wants to see that terrible man again. I've never been very good at comforting others because I was raised in a household who does not show emotions, but I let her know that I would do anything I could to help her and that she had as much time as she needed. Later, with the help of Monsignor Scully, we discovered that he had sexually assualted her that day. From then on, I have sworn to always pay attention to my students and place my trust with much more care.