And ran smack into Trenton.
He stared at me, his eyes wide. I stared back. What could I say? Now wasn’t the time for discussions.
“I have to get her home,” I said quietly, holding the baby close. I didn’t wait for him to answer me as I headed for the elevator. Trenton followed me, still not speaking.
I hurried into the office I shared with Tracy and two other therapists. I sat Olivia on the floor and began packing up my stuff.
“Whose is she?”
Both Olivia and I looked up at the sound of the masculine voice.
“What?”
“Whose baby is that?”
“She’s my baby.”
“You know what I mean? Who’s her father?” He studied the baby for a moment. “Is that orderly her dad?”
“Why would you think that?” I asked, shrugging the backpack over my shoulders before scooping the baby into my arms.
“He seemed
