I love this part :

The shock of the sudden death of her mother forced Hailey to phone her therapist, but she was so distraught, she wasn’t making much sense.

“Slow down, Hailey, I can barely follow your thoughts.”

“I can’t go home, Trish. Can I see you? I know it’s the weekend and all…”

“It is. By this time, I’m usually half way to the schoolhouse, but had to finish some reports.” She paused as if weighing the consequences. “Well, I suppose another hour won’t matter. Just ring and let yourself in.”