Chapter 174: KEEPING MY HEAD: FLYNN
Suppressing the overwhelming anxiety I felt for Valerie and our baby, almost made me lose my cool. I had to muster every ounce of strength I had to not get out of my chair and go looking for the answers to the questions rolling around in my brain. Is she alive? Is our baby okay? Why isn't someone telling me they're safe?
So, I sat with my head hung low, bent over with my legs apart and my hands hung between my knees. I felt so inadequate to deal with the new curve ball life had thrown me. My hands had never been so thoroughly inspected as I twisted the long, silver diamond-shaped pinkie ring my foster mom had given me for my eighteenth birthday, while I waited for news.
"What the hell are they doing in there? How long have we been in here?"