“Das, we’re here, we’re with you, and we’re going to get you the help you need”

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ibby raised her chin and counted to ten as slowly as she could. Menashe was driving like a maniac, and while she was absolutely panicked about Dassi, if he crashed his Bentley while she was in it, Libby would kill him.

Menashe had blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend, while Akiva explained he and Libby couldn’t both leave the kids at the same time, as they no longer had live-in help.

Libby had just rushed to the car, leaving both men to follow her lead: Menashe had hurried after her, and Akiva had run back inside to make sure none of the kids had woken up.

Now, she clasped her hands together, murmured a quick perek of Tehillim. Her head snapped back as Menashe jolted to a stop. She was signing him up for driving lessons when all of this was sorted out.

Soon enough, she faced their imposing house, rubbed her aching neck, and ran after Menashe. Vanessa had the door open for them before they’d even reached it.

“She’s upstairs,” the maid said, not meeting Libby’s eyes. Did she feel guilty about lying to Libby the other day?

Libby certainly did. Maybe things wouldn’t have come to a head if Libby had just insisted Vanessa allow her to see Dassi. No use crying about that now. Although someone was certainly crying.