Chapter Fourteen
“We shouldn’t be here,” Adalia said, digging her nails into the fabric of her jeans, tearing at it and leaving thin white tracks on the blue. “This is ridiculous.”
“Things are s**t right now, you can’t deny that.” Trent looked from her to Zellner, nodding his head along.
She seethed on the inside. How could he do this to her? Or them, for that matter? They didn’t have time to sit around in a therapist’s office while Isaac was back in the hospital, alone. Probably scared without her.
They said babies associated their mothers’ smell with comfort. And here she was, smell and all, far away from where she was meant to be.
Zellner scratched a few notes on the paper on his clipboard. The scraping set Adalia’s nerves on edge. She felt open and raw in front of him and she didn
