My Son Brought

name with a strange look on her face.

“Laura? Your sister’s here.”

I looked up.

Ashley stood in the waiting area wearing a camel-colored coat and wounded dignity.

My stomach dropped.

I hated that my body still reacted to them like danger.

I walked out from behind the desk.

“What are you doing here?”

Ashley glanced around.

“Can we talk outside?”

“No.”

Her eyes continue reading …