Gently, Summer said, “You don’t seem okay. I’m concerned for you, Max.” She could tell the girl was nervous, but without more information, she had no way to know why. “You can trust me.”
“I’m fine, really. S’just not something I like talking about. You don’t have to worry.” She gave the woman a smile and a shrug. Even if she was one of the teachers, she was still a stranger to Max, and talking about something so personal wasn’t something she did with strangers.
She spread her hands. “I do have to worry, but if you don’t want to talk about it … ” With a sigh, she gave up. “Good night, Max.”