Juan had been wrestling with the idea all hour. Should he write it? Was he overstepping his boundaries? He couldn’t just pretend that he hadn’t seen the looks that passed between Dobbins and Maria, and she was only one seat to his right…

He took a deep breath. Maria, Juan wrote carefully. He could just stop now. He and Maria had spoken only a couple of times, if at all. They weren’t exactly in the same circles. Still, though; that protective part of him was flashing, the part that had gone into overdrive since…

Like that, his mind was made up. I know we do not really talk, but I want you to know something, he continued. I have seen the way Mr. Dobbins looks at you and it isn’t right. I know it probably is none of my business but please be careful. I do not like to see people get hurt and I think you are doing something dangerous. I am not going to say anything because it is not my secret to tell. Just please take care of yourself.

-Juan