I make my way to my car and drive for a while before heading to the therapist and then back home. I need to gather my thoughts. I feel bad for running out on my angel like that, so I should make it up to her. I just panicked.

Dr. Hottie is going to pay for this. The more I drive, the more annoyed I become at her. How could Oliva do this to me?

I pull up at the therapist’s office and walk into the lobby. Damn. It’s the kid again.

“Hey, poop face!”

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“Coloring. My daddy is visiting Ms. Olivia.”

“Well, he...