I sigh, arms crossed, as I watch the cars pull away with my boys, saying a silent prayer. In my heart, I know Victor will keep them safe, but still – a mother’s fears run deep.
After the car moves out of my sight I turn and head back into my house, shifting into counselor mode. I wasn’t kidding when I told Victor I had a big day planned – but it’s less spa and more work, unfortunately. I’ve got bills to pay.
I head into my office and quickly straighten up some loose papers on my desk, nudging my grey armchair back into its place parallel to the green velvet loveseat where my clients sit. The boys must have been in here, fooling around.
As I put finish up, I hear a knock on my office’s outside door. Susan, right on time.
Susan rushes through the door as soon as I pull it
