Ivory
The desperation to get home was palpable. My heart raced as we hurried down the sterile hallway. The walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating my already fragile sense of control. How could Cole allow Anabel to take my son home? The same woman who had threatened to kill us. My blood boiled at the thought. I was enraged. How could I have gone to jail for nothing? The humiliation, disgrace, and debasement I endured, all for nothing. I was angry—no, furious.
I didn't know how to interpret my anger, but I had to control myself because Cole was already beating himself up about it. His guilt was evident in his every step, in the way he avoided my eyes. We hurriedly left the room, our footsteps echoing down the corridor. The Doctor saw us on our way out and stopped me.
"Ms. Woodson, w
