Astrid pushes the door open with force, it smacks the wall in response and rebounds toward a close as she passes through it. Zane looks up from his desk at the manner of entry. His hands are poised, ready to chastise whoever walked in so audaciously, but his hands become placid at the sight of Astrid.
“We need to talk,” she says, her tone radiating the seriousness in her heart. He sighs deeply and closes the file in front of him before locking his hands beneath his chin to support his head.
“So wh-” he starts.
“I'm not comfortable with Courtney being in the same environment as my kids. I don't trust her one bit. Every second I live with the fear that I will turn my eyes for a second and they'll be gone.”
Her face is hot with the worry she feels for her kids, her heart pounds slowly as
