Calista wanted to hit something. Or someone. Or maybe she wanted to drown in a bottle of hard liquor. She hadn't had that urge for close to a year, but right now it was coming back, and it was coming with vengeance. She would take any of those options right now if they could release the tension from her shoulders.
She was tired, and she felt like crying.
The day had already been bad at the hospital but now it kept getting worse.
“Calista,” Jaxon called her softly as the siren got louder. She turned to him slowly, blinking away tears. Aaron had already carried Brian and they were moving towards the door. “Come on, you can't stay here.”
“Why can't I?” she asked softly, though she already knew.
“The people outside saw you,” he replied gently. “They would surely tell the police about
