Jeanie
“I got a call from Isaiah’s foster mom,” I said, dropping into my slightly broken office chair. “She can’t bring him in for his session today.” I picked up a pen and fiddled with it. “I told her I would come pick him up.”
“You did?” Clair looked at me with surprise. “Isn’t that kind of… above and beyond the scope of your services?”
I sighed and tossed the pen back down. “It is.”
“But?”
I grabbed my keys and my purse. “But…I’m making an exception.”
“His appointment is in twenty minutes. You’ll never make it to Rutberg and back in time.”
I shrugged, “He’s our last appointment of the day, it’s okay if it runs a little late.”
I was unwilling to admit to my teenaged volunteer that I was about to disregard all professional boundaries for the sake of one angry little boy. I should
