Some money went missing from the class charity tin — about ten pounds. The teacher is upset and disappointed, and says she just wants whoever took it to put it back or come and talk to her quietly, no big fuss. The room is tense. People are glancing at each other. You didn't take it. But you took two pounds from your mum's purse last week without asking, and you never owned up to that. Sitting here, watching the teacher hope for honesty, you feel the connection. This isn't your tin to confess to — but the feeling in the room is exactly the feeling you've been avoiding at home. You're an innocent bystander to one thing and the quiet keeper of another.