Chapter 33 Questions with Thorns

***Hazel***

By the time five-thirty hits, my head feels like it’s been packed with cotton.

I finish what I’m doing because that’s what I do. I close tabs. I reroute the last call. I straighten the desk that never seems to stay straight no matter how often I fix it.

When I stand, Jocelyn looks up immediately.

“You okay?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“I need to go back to the rehab center,”