The Warmth of Return

Chapter 232.The Return

SIENNA

The family services office smelled like carpet cleaner and stale coffee. It was a room designed for no particular person, but it belonged to anyone. I had been sitting in the chair Zainab had asked me to sit for eleven minutes. I had stayed quietly and had my hands flat on my knees.

Then the door opened. Leo came in slightly ahead of the supervisor, just by half a