THAT NIGHT, AUNT SHAYLA came home bushed. Nelly hesitantly brought up news of Max’s accident, but assured her aunt that they could visit the animal clinic the next day. There really was no need to rush since Nelly had called and checked up on Max earlier.
“I feel like such a bad person!” Shayla exclaimed as she melted into the sofa and flung her arm over her eyes. “I love Max, but I can’t imagine getting dressed and going out right now.”
“I understand.” Nelly handed her aunt a bottle of water. “Did you have another hard day?”
“This is what I don’t understand.” Shayla sat up and stared at her niece. “If someone is neglecting their children that’s one thing, but why do they get all upset when we take the kid and put him somewhere he gets fed and clothed? We’re not trying to kidnap these k
