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In disbelief, Harlow sagged against Ryske who was still holding her shoulders. Although she might be new to that specific department, she had worked social work for years. Runaways were common, bereavement happened all the time. Harlow was no rookie and had supported kids and parents through all kinds of fraught and tragic circumstances.
The man at her back squeezed her shoulders, maybe sensing how Clyde’s statement hurt her. “Shows no one in that department has a f*****g clue who you are, Trink,” Ryske said, pulling her back to kiss her head. “My girl’s a f*****g rock in any situation, Sap.”
Even the most dire of situations as Ryske knew firsthand. Much as she appreciated his support, Ryske was biased, she had saved his life.
“I didn’t think you’d folded,” Clyde said, quick to asse
