Caylee
I am struggling to concentrate today after last night. I keep seeing Noah staring up at me from between my legs and I swear the room heats up. Fanning myself with paper, I chastise myself internally. I shake myself to clear my head, needing to use this class to get it together before I sit next to him in his mom’s class.
Mrs. Andrea waves to me once she’s finished instructing and the others are filing out. I make my way down to her. “Caylee, I got the report back on the doctor. There’s quite a few complaints all around the same time as your mom’s for Noah. Wrong dosages, inappropriate suggestions for therapy in minors, even a claim that she flirted with one of her patients. It was almost as if for six months, she went off the rails and then came back. After your mom reported her
