So, he stopped the angry words aimed at this Mrs. Offrey—words which were burning a hole in his gut, and would no doubt earn him another black mark—and nodded at Hannah.

“Fine, I’m listening. Mrs. Offrey, explain to me how you’re on our side. All I see is a woman looking into my private life and making assumptions.” Hannah tensed again, and Logan scrubbed a hand over his face. Grief, he was tired. Neither one of them had slept well in days, ever since Rhia had first fallen ill, and now this shit.

To give the social worker credit, she didn’t appear to take offense at his growled words. A...