A Family of Conviction Chapter 4
Chapter 4 BPOV I sigh, looking at the mountain of paperwork and callback slips on my desk. I’m barely ever out of my office anymore to interact with the people we help because I’m non-stop working. I feel like I’m organizing it more than actually doing it. I lean back. I think I’m in over my head. Shit, I think Edward’s right. I need to hire some people to help. My brain is all over the place, thinking about the two weeks I’m off. Leah said she would fill in for me to make sure most of everything stays in order. But really, my mind is on my son and the deceit my darling husband tried to pull on me. I close my eyes, rubbing my temples. Doing anything in the office right now is useless. I get up and start making my rounds of the facility. I check the daycare and preschool. My kids converge on me, wanting kisses and hugs. I hit up the WIC office and then over to the new space that’s currently being added. My newest idea for a clinic is in motion. I’m funding the construction; wel...