JACQUELINE
"You have a beautiful home," Leonie says as we guide her upstairs to the room we have prepared for her, and I thank her. I pick up the phone and ask the downstairs staff to bring some refreshments, which they do.
She looks great, and I tell her. Her sister is also on her way to help her get settled. Lane informs her that Milo and LJ are on their way, and I can see the emotion in her eyes as she nods. She thanks us for caring for her children, but I did not do anything; it was Lane, and I am sure her sister will inform her if she has not already.
She says she doesn’t know how she could ever thank us for getting her out of that place, and I feel that familiar tightness in my chest at her words. I blame myself for her situation. She ended up in the hospital as a result of what
