Inner Harbor
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"I don't remember." His face went stony with stubbornness. "We stayed in a lot of places."
"Seth, I know it doesn't seem fair." Grace reached over to give the hands he had balled into fists on the table a quick, reassuring squeeze.
"But your aunt may be able to help. We'll all be there with you."
Cam saw the refusal in Seth's eyes and leaned forward. "Quinns don't walk away from a fight." He paused until Seth's gaze shifted to his.
"Until they win it."
It was pride and the fear of not living up to the name they'd given him that stiffened his shoulders. "I'll go, but nothing she says is going to mean dick to me." With eyes hot and brooding, he turned to Phillip. "Did you have sex with her?"
"Seth!" Anna's voice was sharp as a slap, but Phillip only raised a hand.
Maybe his first instinct was to tell the boy it was none of his business, but he knew how to think past the quick retort and study the whole. "No, I didn't."
Seth gave a stiff shrug. "That's something, then."
"You come first." Phillip saw the surprise flicker in Seth's eyes at the statement. "I made a promise that you would, so you do. Nothing and no one changes that."
Beneath the warm thrill, Seth felt a greasy tug of shame. "Sorry," he mumbled it and stared down at his own hands.
"Fine." Phillip sipped at the coffee that had gone cold in his cup.
"We'll hear what she has to say in the morning, then she'll hear what we have to say. What you have to say. We'll go from there."
she didn't know what she was going to say. She felt sick inside. The dregs of a migraine hangover fuzzed her brain, and her nerves were stretched to the breaking point at the prospect of facing the Quinns. And Seth.
They had to hate her. She doubted very much they could feel more contempt for her than she felt for herself. If what Phillip had told her was true--the drugs, the beatings, the men--she had by the sin of omission left her own nephew in hell.
There was nothing they could say to her that was worse than what she had said to herself during the endless, sleepless night. But she was sick with anticipation of what was to come as she pulled into the small parking lot attached to Social Services.
It was bound to become ugly, she thought, as she tilted her rearview mirror and carefully applied lipstick. Hard words, cold looks--and she was so pitifully vulnerable to both.
She could stand against them, she told herself. She could maintain that outward calm no matter what was happening to her insides. She'd learned that defense over the years. Remain aloof and detached, and survive.
She would survive this. And if she could somehow ease Seth's mind, whatever wounds she suffered would be worth it.
She stepped out of the car, a cool and composed woman in a elegantly simple silk suit the color of mourning. Her hair was swept up in a sleek twist, her makeup was subtle and flawless.
Her stomach was raw and burning.
She stepped inside the lobby. Already the waiting area contained a scattering of people. An infant whimpered restlessly in the arms of a woman whose eyes were glazed with fatigue. A man in a flannel shirt and jeans sat with his face grim and his fisted hands dangling between his knees. Two other women sat in a corner. Mother and daughter, Sybill deduced. The younger woman had her head cradled on the other's shoulder and wept silently out of eyes blackened by fists.
Sybill turned away.
"Dr. Griffin," she told the receptionist. "I have an appointment with Anna Spinelli."
"Yes, she's expecting you. Down this hall, second door on your left."
"Thank you." Sybill closed her hand around the strap of her purse and walked briskly to Anna's office.
Her heart plummeted to her stomach when she reached the doorway. They were all there, waiting. Anna sat behind the desk, looking professional in a navy blazer, her hair pinned up. She was scanning an open file.
Grace sat with her hand swallowed by Ethan's. Cam stood at the narrow window, scowling, while Phillip sat, flipping through a magazine.
Seth sat between them, staring down at the floor, his eyes curtained by his lashes, his mouth set, his shoulders hunched.
She gathered her courage, started to speak. But Phillip's eyes flicked up and found hers. The one long look warned her he hadn't softened overnight. She ignored her trembling pulse and angled her head in acknowledgment.
"You're prompt, Dr. Griffin," he said, and instantly all eyes were on her.
She felt scalded and pinned all at once, but she took the last step over the threshold into what she fully understood was Quinn turf. "Thank you for seeing me."
"Oh, we're looking forward to it." Cam's voice was dangerously soft. His hand, Sybill noted, had gone to Seth's shoulder in a gesture that was both possessive and protective.
"Ethan, would you close the door?" Anna folded her hands on the open file. "Please sit down, Dr. Griffin."
It wouldn't be Sybill and Anna here. All the friendly female connection that came from cozy kitchens and simmering pots was gone.
Accepting that, Sybill took the vacant seat facing Anna's desk. She set her purse in her lap, clutched it with boneless fingers, and smoothly, casually, crossed her legs.
"Before we begin, I'd like to say something." She took a slow breath when Anna nodded in agreement. Sybill shifted and looked directly at Seth. He kept his eyes on the floor. "I didn't come here to hurt you, Seth, or to make you unhappy. I'm sorry that I seem to have done both. If living with the Quinns is what you want, what you need, then I want to help see that you stay with them."
Seth lifted his head now and stared at her with eyes that were stunningly adult and harsh. "I don't want your help."
"But you may need it," she murmured, then turned back to Anna. Sybill saw speculation there, and what she hoped was an open mind. "I don't know where Gloria is. I'm sorry. I gave my word I would bring her here this morning. It's been a very long time since I'd seen her, and I… I hadn't realized how much she'd… how unstable she is."
"'Unstable.' " Cam snorted at the term. "That's a rich one."
"She contacted you," Anna began, shooting her husband one warning look.
"Yes, a few weeks ago. She was very upset, claimed that Seth had been stolen from her and that she needed money for her lawyer, who was going to fight a custody case. She was crying, nearly hysterical. She begged me to help her. I got as much information as I could. Who had Seth, and where he was living. I sent her five thousand dollars."