Ayiano

“There is no use in continuing this discussion.” The older woman leaned back in her executive chair, the leather creaking softly in protest. “The detective’s instructions were very clear. Until they have finished their investigation, only the mother’s family can have visitation privileges.” Kelly’s fingers tightened around her favorite pen, shoved deeply into her front pocket of her scrub top. She knew there was not a single thing she could say that would change her nurse manager’s mind. She glanced at her watch; it was already 6:30 p.m. The next shift would be starting soon. She was out of tim