Nick rubbed his eyes and stretched up a bit as he poured coffee for the social worker, who had paid a courtesy visit this time, after hearing all about what had happened.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Baptiste—”

“Lidya, please.”

“Lidya... Val has not been feeling well. She's not sleeping, she's barely eating, and what little she does eat she throws up,” Nick said in despair as he sat down with his coffee in front of her.

“That's normal.” Mrs. Baptiste sighed. “After all you've been through, nerves suffer