Once inside, Heather ushered her and Danielle to a couple of seats before making her way over to the receptionist desk.
“Hi, can I help you?” a voice asked that Ella couldn’t see.
“I’m here to check in my daughters. Danielle Graceland and Ella Marsh.”
Ella’s heart thumped. Heather had called her her daughter! She couldn’t help but smile a little.
“What are you so happy about?” Danielle asked. Ella shrugged and tried to catch more of the adults conversation.
Heather appeared to be writing a check and talking in a low whisper to the lady behind the counter. She strained to listen, but frowned when she made out the words, “difficult to handle” and “in over my head.”