His heart skipped a beat as he glanced across the expanse of the waiting room. He felt disconnected to his feet that were propelling him forward. He stopped a short distance away waiting for her to notice him.
“Carson” the way she said his name made him feel about two feet tall.
“Ma'am” he mumbled waiting for her to continue.
“It has to be you sending my son those threatening letters” she accused causing several heads to turn in their direction.
“I’m sorry….what” he asked dumb struck “I’d never do that.” He swallowed feeling nauseated at the mere thought of doing something like that.
“Honey” Robbie said hurrying over to them. “Carson didn’t even know Britland when the first note was received.”
“Then who” she demanded her voice rising as hysteria tried to take control of her.