Roads: Chapter 43 | Gifted Ones
As she gathered up the old linens, her mind drifted back to that afternoon, six months previously. Poor Zac, curled on a ball on the couch, coughing and feverish, smoke from CC's cigarette burning her eyes, shouting voices, people crying, Taylor's voice, hurling accusations, her own voice, raised in anguish. "That's not FAIR! How can you..." Flash of remembrance of the horrible feeling of knowing someone had hurt one of her children, and she hadn't been there to protect him. Guilt... Sighing, she shook it off, and started the washer. Water under the bridge, and the sessions with CC and the staff at Livingston had put a great deal of it into perspective. Wandering back upstairs, the echo of a question, recently asked, in her head. "Are you ready to have him come home?"
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