Chapter 23: Nazi Child-Rearing DivisionI limped to the chair next to the sofa where Miss Susan and Cynthia Holland sat and kept my eyes lowered. Jackson sat on the love seat facing us, and Noah sat on the floor next to him, looking up at all of us with a pale, pinched, and rather bewildered face.
“These visits can be upsetting,” Miss Susan offered.
“You have a job to do,” Jackson said. “We understand that.”
“I’m not sure Mr. Wiley does. Do you, Mr. Wiley?”
I glanced at her, my heart filled with dread. She had a patient, understanding look in her eyes, but at that moment all I felt was judgment and condemnation, as though her only purpose in life was to hammer the nails into the coffin of my supposed parenting skills. She looked like the sort of woman who might enjoy that line of work.
