Tessa instinctively resisted Father Ignatius's firm grip, though her mind told her he could be trusted and was just looking out for her.  Her belly flip-flopped around as the up and down emotions of the evening pressed in on her.  She'd never been great at confronting them.  Ignoring them as best she could, Tessa followed along quickly, wondering how the rectory wouldn't have been attacked first.  If she were going to attack the school, she would have gotten rid of the adults first.  Wherever the hiding spot was, it had to be a really really good one.