CHAPTER 33
The clinic was only a few minutes away from the hotel, but Kimmie was shaking by the time Meg pulled up in front of the building. She didn’t know if it was her body reliving last night’s trauma or the adrenaline in her system from fighting with her sister. Maybe both.
“You coming in?” she asked Meg, who was still buckled in the driver’s seat.
“Go on ahead. I’ve got some phone calls to make.” Meg adjusted the rearview mirror so she could look at herself as she reapplied her lipstick. Ignoring her, Kimmie helped Pip out of his car seat. “Come on, Buster,” she whispered in his ear. “Let’s see if the nurses here can do anything to help you feel better.”
After checking her brother in, Kimmie sat down with Pip on her lap and started reading a magazine. In the corner, two kids arou
