She was impressed. Jeremiah had called the school in River Rock and discovered the counselor would be in for a few hours the following day even though school was canceled. He cleared the drive with a big yellow tractor David decided to name Buttercup, and had dressed in his best jeans and a nice shirt. He was nervous as a cat, and when she wondered if he might claw through the chair arms in the school office waiting area, Gray reached over and placed a hand on his. “Relax, tiger.” He hooked a thumb at the office behind them. “I didn’t know she’d want to talk to David. I mean, what if she says the wrong thing? He’s doing well right now. No nightmares for days, I just . . .” Gray squeezed his hand, then let go. “She’s a counselor, Miah. She’s trained for this. Relaaaaaax. You made the right call to come here, to get this counselor’s opinion. If we aren’t convinced it’s all for David’s best interest, we’ll talk to another.”
