"Yes..." I hesitated. "This is H-Heather's mom..."
"She's with us." The man on the other line provided his address.
I might not have grasped the situation fully, but I recognized it as the address of Ivan's parents. Heather was there, and I'm uncertain about how she got there.
This caught me off guard. What have you done, baby?
I stood up, picked up my bag, and prepared to leave.
"Come on, let's go see Heather." I had no choice but to face the person I didn't want to see just yet.
I ponder about Heather's well-being in that place. Is Maureen accompanying her?
I earnestly hope that she is providing kind care for my child. I am determined to shield my daughter from any emotional distress, and this is precisely why I was initially reluctant for them to cross paths. She does not know ab
