Текст книги "Reclaiming the Sand"

Автор книги: A. Meredith Walters

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-Ellie-

We weren’t touching anymore. But I could still feel the heat of Flynn’s skin on mine. I was staring at the ceiling while Flynn slept beside me. We had kept the door to the balcony open a crack and I could still hear the thundering waves. A chilly fall breeze filtered into the room, making me cold.

I shivered and pulled the blanket up around my shoulders. Murphy’s light snores echoed in tune with Flynn’s heavy breathing.

My mind and heart were reeling and I couldn’t sleep. Making love to Flynn had been incredible. Afterwards Flynn didn’t know what to do. The aftermath was a lot more awkward than the actual act had been. He had been shy and uncomfortable, not meeting my eyes.

“Did you like it?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip. I had pulled the sheet up to cover my naked breasts and Flynn fidgeted, his arm still wrapped around me but his fingers were flexing in and out as though he wanted to pull away.

“Of course I did. Did you?” I asked him, feeling suddenly insecure. Oh god, what if it sucked? What if I sucked? And I knew, without a doubt, that Flynn would tell me. If he announced that I was a lousy lay, I think I’d lose it.

Flynn had peeked up at me through the strands of dark hair that had fallen in his face. “I want to do it again,” he said softly, smiling. The sickening sense of dread evaporated in an instant and I laughed. A happy and contented sound.

We hadn’t had sex again but there was lots more kissing and touching. Flynn was particularly fond of my stomach and of course my breasts. He spent a lot of time and attention to those areas. And I for one wasn’t complaining.

“Don’t do this with anyone else. Ever,” he said as he kissed the mole on my hipbone. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at the top of his head. His breath was warm on my skin and I felt the wet slide of his tongue.

“What do you mean?” I asked huskily, already losing myself to him again.

Flynn stopped and looked up at me, his green eyes blazing into mine. “I want you to only do that with me. Okay?” he posed it as a question but it was spoken as a command.

“You don’t want me with anyone else?” I asked, grinning.

Flynn shook his head vehemently. “No! People that love each other don’t do that with anyone else.”

I almost choked.

Flynn Hendrick had just told me that he loved me.

Flynn loved me!

“Then will you come with me if I go away to school?” I asked gently, wanting to smack myself for bringing up such a contentious subject when we were both feeling languid and peaceful.

But Flynn didn’t get upset this time. He came back up the bed to rest his head on the pillow by my side. “I don’t want to talk about that right now. It makes me mad. You get sad. It doesn’t feel good. I want to feel good with you. Not angry.” He frowned at me, as if to scold me for my inconsideration.

His refusal to answer me bugged me but I tried to ignore it. We had resumed our touching and kissing and loving each other. And I pushed aside the nagging voice in my head that warned this would all disappear.

Afterwards Flynn had gotten dressed again and settled beneath the sheets, promptly falling asleep. Leaving me to my racing thoughts and pounding heart.

Flynn loved me.

That simple yet profound statement bounced around in my overly crowded head.

The realization that my feelings were reciprocated filled me with such a bright, shiny happiness that it blinded me.

But there was a darkness that hovered at the edges of my joy and the more I tried to pretend it wasn’t there, the larger it grew. Until it had eclipsed the sun of Flynn’s love.

Because there it was. My old friend…guilt and shame.

Flynn loved me. But would he still love me if I told him the truth? Would he still want to touch me once I was honest with him about what I had done all those years ago?

I felt sick and my head ached.

I had to tell him.

I couldn’t let another day pass without him knowing.

He deserved to know who it was he was giving his heart to.

I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Flynn’s soft breathing and feeling like the world’s biggest asshole. What kind of person kept such a huge secret from the person they claimed to love?

Selfish coward party of one!

Flynn made a noise and rolled over. His eyes fluttered open and I could see him peering at me in the dark.

“Why are you still awake?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep.

“I’m not tired,” I lied. Because I was exhausted. It felt it deep in my bones. But it wasn’t a tiredness rest could cure.

Flynn folded his hand underneath his face and continued to look at me. For once I didn’t like his attention. Not when I was feeling so shitty about myself.

The truth was sitting dangerously on the tip of my tongue, demanding that I let it out. Before I let this go any further, I had to come clean.

I couldn’t let him continue to love a person he didn’t really know.

“I need to tell you something,” I said.

Flynn yawned. “What is it?” he asked innocently.

I took a deep breath and rolled onto my side to face him. The only light came from the street lamp outside the hotel. It filtered into our room, illuminating the bed. I folded my hand beneath my face, mirroring his position. We weren’t touching and as much as I wanted to reach out for him, I couldn’t.

“We never talk much about the way things were between us in high school,” I began.

Flynn shook his head. “I don’t like talking about that,” he interrupted.

“I know you don’t,” I whispered. “But we need to,” I insisted.

“Why?” he asked, sounding angry. And I didn’t blame him. Who wanted to talk about a past that hurt so badly? Who wanted to relive a shared history that we had worked so hard to put behind us?

“Because there are some things you need to know,” I said, swallowing thickly.

Flynn was quiet. He didn’t ask any questions but he didn’t shut me down either. It gave me the chance to get myself together and think about how I was going to approach this. It would have to be like ripping off a Band-Aid. Quickly and painfully.

“After your birthday, when Stu and Dania were so mean to you, I felt horrible. But I was sick and tired of feeling horrible. You made me feel all this stuff. I felt guilty. I had never cared what other people thought of me. Not until you,” I began, my voice already wavering.

Get through this, Ellie. I told myself.

“If you felt horrible, why did you make fun of me? You were worse than the others. Because you were supposed to be my friend.” His words weren’t an accusation, just honest.

“I know. I think I was worse because I cared more, if that makes any sense,” I tried to explain.

Flynn started chewing on his bottom lip. I knew talking about this had the potential to set him off. I was taking a huge risk. For both of us.

Was it selfish of me to need to cleanse my guilt at the expense of Flynn’s happiness? Confessions could be catastrophic. And I had no doubt mine would do just that.

“It doesn’t make any sense. If you were my friend, you wouldn’t have called me names. You wouldn’t have laughed when Dania and Stu hit me and teased me. If you liked me, you should have stuck up for me. That’s what people who care do.”

His black and white description hurt. But only because it was the truth. And I hated that he believed I hadn’t cared for him at all. I wish I could make him see how much I truly did care, even if it hadn’t looked like it. I had been a screwed up girl back then. I was still screwed up. I was just better able to analyze myself than I had been when I was younger. And I wasn’t explaining myself very well at all.

“We were friends, Flynn. I was just weak. And I thought it was easier to go along with Dania and Stu and Shane then to stand up to them. I didn’t want them to think I was a loser.”

“And you would have been a loser if you were friends with me,” Flynn stated and I winced.

“No, I was the loser, Flynn. I was the stupid one. Not you. You were my friend and I treated you like garbage.” My self-loathing dripped out of me. I couldn’t contain it.

I took another deep breath and carried on before I lost my nerve. “And I was mad all the time. I was mad at myself for treating you like that and then I’d get mad at you because you made me care about being mean to you in the first place. I stupidly thought it would be easier if I could turn off my feelings and forget you ever existed. Dania and Stu were getting suspicious of our relationship. They were teasing me all the time. They told everyone I was a freak lover. People were laughing at me. No one would talk to me. And it was only getting worse. And that made me even angrier. At you. Because in my mind, none of it would have happened if you hadn’t moved to Wellsburg. If I hadn’t been drawn to you. In my head, it was all your fault.”

I chanced a look at Flynn and I couldn’t see him very well in the inky blackness. Only his nose and chin were visible in the streetlight. He wasn’t moving. I could barely tell if he was breathing.

I wanted to touch him so bad. I wanted to hold him and make this horrible confession easier for me to stomach.

But I didn’t deserve easier. I deserved for it to be painful and difficult and for it to scrape me raw.

“And I knew the only way to get rid of you, to get rid of these feelings I had for you, was to treat you like everyone else did. I wanted to show Dania and Stu and the rest of them that I didn’t care about you. I wanted to convince myself that you didn’t matter. So I told Stu and Dania to come with me one night out to your house.”

I felt my nausea rise in my throat. I thought I was going to be sick.

“We had been drinking and Stu brought a box of fireworks. I suggested we light a couple and throw them into your yard. I wanted to scare you. Because you hate loud noises.”

Flynn had to know where this was going. I wish he would say something. But he remained resolutely quiet. Not giving any indication that he was even hearing me. But I could see that he was still awake and he was still watching me.

So I kept going.

“We crept up your yard and hid behind one of your outbuildings. Dania, Stu, and I each took a firecracker and lit it and then we threw them toward your house. I realized instantly that we had made a horrible mistake. Stu’s had gone out once it hit the wet grass. Dania’s hit the side of your house and made a pop before it died. But mine…well mine rolled into the open window leading into your basement. I saw it go off and the next thing I knew flames and smoke were everywhere. There was a huge bang. I heard something explode in your house and then I was running. Dania and Stu were screaming at me to get the hell out of there. They kept going, through the woods, and back toward the road, where Stu had parked his car. But I couldn’t leave. I wanted to help you. I really did. But I didn’t know what to do. The fire was spreading so fast. And then the fire department and the police showed up so I hid in the trees.”

That night, six years ago, came flooding back, debilitating me. I remembered watching from the trees as I saw Flynn and his mother rush out into the yard. I had been so relieved that they had made it out and then the strangest thing had happened. I had become angry. Rage coursed through my body as I watched his house smolder and burn.

Because I had fucked up. I had ruined my life. And for what? And for who?

It was because of Flynn. I had allowed my irrational emotions to be ruled by a boy who didn’t understand the devastation he had created just by caring about me.

And when the police found me hiding in the woods and questioned what I was doing there, my stupid mouth started running away from me before I could stop it.

After that, life as I knew it had been over.

All because I had something to prove. Because I wanted to forget how much I had cared about Flynn Hendrick.

So I had started hating him. It had been easier than remembering how much I loved him.

Because I had loved him. Even then.

“I was the one who set fire to your house and killed Marty. It was me, Flynn. I ruined your life. I ruined my life. It’s all my fault.” My chest was heaving up and down and I was having a hard time catching my breath. Now that the truth was out there I expected to feel better.

I didn’t.

Because Flynn wasn’t saying anything.

He continued to lay there, with his hand beneath his cheek, regarding me with steady, unreadable eyes.

I couldn’t look at him any more, so I got up out of bed and went to close the sliding door. I looked out at the beach where we had walked only hours before. I had ruined everything.

I was empty and lonely.

And still he said nothing.

His silence was worse than his anger.

I almost wished he’d flip out and throw things. I wanted him to call me names and yell.

That I could deal with. I knew how to handle those sorts of reactions.

But he was doing absolutely nothing!

And I had no idea what I should do.

My phone started ringing, startling me. I looked over at Flynn and he had finally sat up, his hair sticking up all over his head. He didn’t look distressed. He didn’t look angry. I couldn’t tell what the hell he was feeling.

I didn’t want to answer the phone. I wanted to figure out what was going on between us. That was my priority.

But the incessant ringing was jarring.

“Answer it,” Flynn said, pointing to where it lay on the desk.

Not wanting to make the situation worse by refusing, I picked it up and looked down, surprised to see Reggie’s number flashing across the screen.

“Hello?” I said after answering.

“Oh thank god you answered!” Reggie let out in a rush.

“What is it, Reggie?” I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance. I glanced at Flynn and he was still watching me. He never stared at me this long before and to have him do it now, after everything I had just told him, was extremely disconcerting.

“Where are you?” she asked and I realized she sounded panicky.

“Um…in Virginia, remember?”

“Shit! Shit, goddamn it! You need to get back here now!”

I had never heard Reggie like this. Tiny pricks of unease filtered there way through the numbness.

“Just tell me what’s going on, Reggie,” I snapped.

“It’s Dania,” she said quietly.

My stomach dropped to the floor.

“What’s wrong with Dania?” I barked, fear setting in. We may have parted on bad terms, but Dania had been my best friend for ten years. And I cared about her. Whether I wanted to or not.

“She went into premature labor yesterday. She was with Stu, I guess and he brought her to the hospital. It was all good until she had the kid. And he wasn’t breathing. They had to do CPR or something. I don’t know, but it was bad.”

I ran my hand down my face in agitation. “Is the baby okay?” I asked, rubbing my temples.

“I don’t really know. After Dania had him, they took him away. And now they won’t let her see him. A bunch of people came in here today and spoke to her and now she’s freaking out. She keeps asking for you. She wouldn’t calm down and a nurse had to give her a tranquilizer to get her to stop yelling.”

Shit!

“It’s bad, Ells. Really, really bad. Stu says they won’t let her have her baby because of all the shit she did while she was pregnant. The drugs and the drinking. The kid was born with some sort of heart defect and can’t breathe on his own. That he was addicted to drugs or something. They aren’t sure he’ll pull through. And now these people won’t even let her go and see him. She’s losing it, Ells. You need to get back here now. She won’t see anyone but you.”

I looked over at Flynn and he still hadn’t moved. Murphy had woken up during my phone call and had jumped up on the bed, his head in Flynn’s lap. I hated not knowing what was going on between us. But I couldn’t deal with him right now. I needed to get to Dania. She needed me and I hadn’t been there.

Would the guilt ever end?

“I’ll get there as soon as I can. We’re almost six hours away. So it’ll be a while,” I said and I heard Reggie’s sigh of relief.

“Thank you! I just don’t know what to do. And Dania doesn’t even really like me. She won’t talk to Stu and he told her to fuck herself and left. Shane’s not answering his phone. So it’s just me here and you know I hate hospitals. I hate the smell and all the people running around. I can’t handle it. I need to get out of here,” Reggie whispered manically into the phone and I knew she was messed up. Dania didn’t need that.

“Just go home, Reggie. I’ll be there soon enough and I’ll take care of Dania,” I assured her, knowing that’s what she wanted to hear.

“Good. Okay then. I’ll talk to you later.” And with that, she hung up.

I tried to collect myself. I felt as though I were left dangling in the wind. I had unloaded my huge confession on Flynn, that he had still yet to respond to. I was almost positive that my honesty had cost me the most important person in my life. His silence was like the death knell for our relationship.

And before I was allowed to mourn the loss of it, I had gotten a phone call letting me know my best friend was falling apart. That she needed me.

“I have to go home,” I said, grabbing my suitcase and shoving my things inside.

“What about the hotel room?” he asked.

And then it was my turn to lose it. “I don’t care about the fucking hotel room! I need to get back to Wellsburg now! Dania needs me!”

I shoved the rest of my things in my suitcase.

“You’re upset,” Flynn said, all emotion gone from his voice. It was hard to believe that only hours before we had been wrapped up in each other. That he had touched me and I had touched him and we had connected completely.

It felt like another life.

“Yes, I’m upset, Flynn. Dania had her baby. He’s sick. I need to get back and be with her,” I said, trying to calm myself down. Getting worked up would only exacerbate the situation.

“Okay. We will go back,” Flynn said, slowly getting out of bed.

The next twenty minutes was spent making sure Flynn had everything put back in his suitcase just as he had packed it. We didn’t discuss my recent confession. It was as though the time for dealing with it had passed. In the span of minutes, the world around us had changed and we were left adrift.

We hadn’t spoken more than a dozen words between us. And this time the silence wasn’t comforting. It felt like the end.

Flynn insisted he could drive. He said that he had slept and wasn’t tired. I was glad because I could barely keep my eyes open. I looked out the window as we drove away. I watched the ocean glowing in the moonlight and thought that the girl who had walked on the sand, dreaming of love and a new future was a total idiot.

-Ellie-

I fell asleep at some point during the journey back. I woke up to Flynn shaking me.

I sat up, startled. We were back in Wellsburg. It was morning already. The sun had come up and the town looked less depressing in the early light of day.

“I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to take you,” he said, sounding tired.

“Just take me home. I can get my car and head over to the hospital,” I said, rubbing my eyes and feeling my head start to pound from nerves and lack of sleep.

Flynn cleared his throat. “I can take you to the hospital if you want. I can stay with you,” he offered.

If I were in a better frame of mind I would have recognized his words for what they were. He was trying to make things right between us. He wanted to be there for me.

But my grief and guilt were destructive forces and I could only hear his dispassionate voice offering because he felt like he had to. Even though I should have known better. Flynn didn’t operate like that.

I was tired and stressed and not in the mood to navigate through the impenetrable waters of Flynn Hendricks’ thought process.

“Just take me home. I need to go by myself,” I said. Flynn did as I asked resuming his silence. When he dropped me off, he didn’t get out of the car to help me with my suitcase. He didn’t walk me to the door and say goodbye. He did nothing to soothe the snarly tangles of our wounded relationship. But it wasn’t really his job to do that. I had messed things up. I had done this. I couldn’t let him comfort me.

I didn’t deserve that.

And it was best to do it alone.

“Bye, Ellie,” he said as I walked up the sidewalk toward my apartment building.

I didn’t acknowledge him.

I walked into my apartment feeling years older. I jumped into the shower, hoping it would wake me up. I needed to be alert in order to deal with what was waiting for me at the hospital.

I got changed and grabbed my car keys.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see Flynn’s car still sitting outside my apartment. And I didn’t notice his eyes following me, watching me leave.

“I’m looking for Dania Blevins. She just gave birth,” I said to the cranky receptionist at the hospital. She barely looked at me. She pointed down the hallway.

“Labor and delivery is down there. Just read the signs. That’s usually a good place to start,” she sneered. Someone clearly loved their job.

“Wow, thanks. And I’ll make sure to let your boss know how helpful you are,” I said, giving her my sweetest smile. Her mouth twisted and her eyes bulged. I wiggled my fingers in a wave as I headed down the hallway.

I found my way to labor and delivery with little trouble, no thanks to the bitchy receptionist. The birthing unit at Wellsburg General wasn’t very big. The nursery was just as you came in and the four post delivery rooms lined the walls to the right.

I stopped at the glass looking into the room where the babies slept in their tiny incubators. I wondered which one was Dania’s. But then I remembered Reggie saying he wasn’t breathing on his own. That meant he wouldn’t be with the rest of the babies. I wondered where he was.

I found Dania’s room and looked inside. She was awake. Her long hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head. She wore a non-descript hospital gown. She laid in her bed, her face turned to look out the window. She looked so small and terrified. It broke my heart.

I lightly knocked on the door. “Dania?”

She looked in my direction and while there was recognition there wasn’t any response. Reggie had said Dania was insistent that I come. But she didn’t seem very happy to find me there.

“Ellie,” she said, her voice dead.

I walked into her room and approached the bed. She had an IV in her arm but otherwise she seemed to be physically okay. Her big belly that I had become so used to seeing was noticeably gone.

I thought about asking how she was, but that seemed like such a stupid question. I wanted to know where her baby was. What had happened to him. But I didn’t dare bring it up before she was ready to tell me.

I sat down on the edge of her bed and took her hand in mine.

“I’m here now,” I said softly. Her fingers curled limply between my palms. Her face was eerily blank. She looked pale and listless. We sat, not saying a word, the flickering of the television flashing against the wall.

“He’s gone, Ellie,” Dania muttered. I looked down at her, not sure that I heard correctly.

Big fat tears started to streak down her face, her chest heaving. “I lost him. They took him away,” she shuddered on a sob.

I gripped her hand tightly. “We’ll figure it out, Dania. We’ll do it together,” I promised.

And then she let go and started crying in earnest. She closed her eyes, her body immobile except for her shaking shoulders. I moved closer and carefully wrapped my arms around her. She held herself rigid and away from me. She didn’t allow herself to take comfort. But I held her anyway, saying nothing as she wailed. I rubbed her back and ran my hand down her hair as I tried to soothe her. But nothing helped.

Dania was broken.

When she was finally able to stop crying, furiously wiped away her tears. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her nose was red.

“What happened, Dania?” I asked her.

She chewed on her thumbnail and looked like she was trying not to cry again.

“I didn’t know anything was wrong. I didn’t know he had a heart defect! How was I supposed to know that?” she asked, sounding dangerously close to hysterical.

“Your doctor never said there was anything wrong?” I asked incredulously, not sure I believed her. I had seen been with Dania to several of her prenatal appointments. And I knew that she tended to disregard and dismiss anything she didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t know…maybe he did. I can’t remember,” she admitted. She lifted her tear stained face, her eyes pleading with me for something I couldn’t give her.

“I just want to see him. I need to know he’s okay. I know I fucked up! But I need my little boy.” Dania’s words ended on a strangled whisper. I gripped her hand, letting her squeeze as tightly as she needed to.

I didn’t say anything…pretty sure nothing could be said to make this better for her.

I was sitting with Dania later in the afternoon. I hadn’t left her side except to go get her some lunch from Ma’s Diner. I picked up her favorite cheese covered French fries, hoping she would eat something. She had given me a tired smile and thanked me but had pushed the box away.

Her numbness scared me. Even in high school when our foster mom had knocked her around, or after Stu had dumped her, she had never lost herself. She had retained that spark that was undeniably Dania.

But that had all changed. Her fire had gone out.

Dania had given up.

Her obstetrician, Dr. Ball, came in several times to check on her. Dr. Ball had asked me to step out of the room so he could have a look at the incision site from her C-section.

I did as I was asked and went out into the hallway. While I was waiting I saw a couple of people in professional suits talking with the nurse on duty.

Instinct told me they were here for Dania. And I was right. A few minutes later, the nurse led them down the hallway towards me. I watched as they slipped into Dania’s room and closed the door. Dr. Ball and the nurse left a few minutes later, telling me I was free to go inside.

Dania’s shoulders were shaking when I returned. Her hair covered her face, but I knew she was crying. One of the suits sat in the chair closest to Dania’s bed. The other stood a little off to the side. They both looked up at me as I entered.

The woman in the chair gave me a strained smile. “Are you a family member?” she asked me.

“She’s my sister,” Dania said defiantly. She had some paperwork in her lap, the pages blotted with her tears.

“Oh, well hello. My name is Sharon Miller. I’m a caseworker for the Department of Health and Human Resources Child Protective Services Unit. I’m here to talk about Miss Blevins’ baby.”

“He has a name! It’s Brandon!” she yelled, her tears melting away into anger. I was relieved to see some of her spark return. Angry Dania was a hell of a lot better than unemotional Dania.

Brandon.

That was the first time I had heard his name.

“Of course.” Sharon Miller nodded her head and looked down at the file in her lap. “Your hearing has been scheduled for this Friday. It would behoove you to be there,” she said. Who the hell says words like behoove? I wanted to smack her.

“At this time the judge will listen to the evidence and determine whether Brandon will be remanded into the care of the state for an extended period of time. I’m putting together a service plan that I will be passing on to your foster care worker. It details the criteria for visitation and possible reunification down the line. But Miss Blevins, this is serious. Your son has significant medical issues that will impact his health for the rest of his life. This is directly related to your negligence. The judge will be taking your doctor’s reports into account as well as the report from the neonatal unit who are currently providing his care. You need to start thinking about where you want to go from here, and what you can do to see your son again, if that’s what you want,” Sharon said, her pleasant smile evaporating. Her mouth set into a firm line as she looked at Dania with barely disguised contempt.

“Wait, so Brandon is in state custody?” I asked, trying to understand exactly what Dania was facing.

I was looking at Dania who had started to cry again, her hands covering her face. Obviously I wasn’t going to get any answers for her, so I turned to Sharon who nodded.

“We were notified by the pediatrician on duty after Brandon’s birth. Miss Blevins was reported to be intoxicated when she arrived at the hospital and was rushed in for an emergency C-section. The unborn child was at significant risk. Brandon was born with a hole in his heart that has required surgery. His lungs are underdeveloped, given that he is three months premature. He is currently breathing through a ventilator. His condition is very grave. And while it is believed he will survive, he will have a long, difficult road ahead of him. And it is alleged that his condition is due to Miss Blevins’ continued drug and alcohol use while pregnant. Brandon, aside from his defects, was also diagnosed with fetal alcohol syndrome. The state has been granted emergency custody, which is standard in cases like this. He will be found a foster home after he is strong enough to leave the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit over at Barkely General.”

Sharon got to her feet and put the folder she had been holding back into her bag. Her colleague, who hadn’t said a word, slipped out into the hallway. Sharon looked down at Dania, who was still crying.

“I know this is difficult for her. But she has to think long and hard about what she’s going to do from here. She has the opportunity to turn this around. The department will work to provide her with the resources she needs to get counseling and parenting support. She may even be able to visit Brandon. And maybe, down the road, she will have a chance to raise him herself.” Sharon’s face softened a bit and I knew she wasn’t a bad person. Just someone working a sad and depressing job.

“Will you make sure she’s at her hearing on Friday?” she asked me.

I nodded. “I’ll try,” I said.

Sharon nodded and gave me a small smile. “Okay then, please let Dania know we’ll be in touch,” she said before walking out of the room.

I turned back to Dania. She had stopped sobbing and was now staring at the ceiling.

I walked over to her and took the paperwork from her hands. It was a legal document detailing the Department of Health and Human Resources’ emergency custody of Brandon. It was stated that it was granted on the grounds of child endangerment and abuse and neglect at the hands of his biological mother, Dania Blevins. It listed her court hearing on Friday.