Jacin and I sat in the waiting area while Delilah went in with the therapist. I was nervous and jittery. I hated the idea that I had to go and see one. I feel the same way about her coming to see someone, but if it can give us an idea of what she needs and how much the situation between me and William has affected her, then we can know where to go from here. I am afraid that I will be told that I am a bad mother. When I made the appointment, I gave my therapist permission to share my file. It would give this child therapist and idea about the environment Delilah was in and what she was exposed to. I did try and shelter her from most of it.
“Do you want to talk? It might make the time go by faster.” I turned to Jacin. We haven’t really talked since he kissed me before the meeting. I preten
