Disclaimer: they still aren't mine but I'm starting to think they should be.

AN: A big thank you to Beth for helping out.

I have the final chapter to post on the other site and am doubling up the remaining chapters on this site, so we can get there quicker. Thanks to those dedicated few who have been there for this journey. I deeply appreciate it.

God bless Japan. Thoughts and prayers are with everyone who has endured so much this year. xox

Saturday saw everyone busy at the new house. There were beds to be made up, boxes to be emptied and pictures to be hung. Veronica and Jessie had come to visit and while the kids were occupied in what Mattie had called the 'games room' which essentially was the spare room which currently had a television and Playstation3 along with a box of old toys from the farmhouse, the adults busied themselves.

In only a few hours the house was a home and Trish and Mac had returned to the farmhouse with the children to prepare a late lunch. Lunch was a buffet of sandwiches, assorted party pies and sausage rolls, garden salad and leftovers of Harm's meatless meatloaf. It was devoured in next to no time by the seven adults and five children and soon it was only the meatloaf which remained on the table.
"Still can't bribe the kids to eat that stuff?" Frank asked, pointed at the foodstuff he struggled to call food.
"Nope, it looks like the famous Rabb meatless meatloaf recipe will die with me," he said with a shrug.
"Thank goodness," Mac said with a laugh as she set about clearing the table.

When Harm pouted Mac padded across and kissed him soundly. "Better?" she asked and he nodded, pleased his pouting still elicited this response.

When night time came and the new house was ready for occupation, Mattie stood nervously in the kitchen while Mac was making coffee.
"What's up?" she asked when Mattie failed to speak.
"Um...nothing," she said hesitantly.
"Um...try again," Mac said turning to face the younger woman. "What are you nervous about?"
"No, no, not nervous," she said quickly; after all, she and Colin had effectively been living together since they had moved to the farm. Sure, it was the old study and then the mobile home but it wasn't moving in with him that had her nervous.
"Then what is it, honey?" she questioned, taking Mattie's hand.
"It's ...well, when Harm entered my life he changed it completely," Mattie said as the first tears trickled down her face.
"He changed mine too," Mac said, wiping away Mattie's tears.
"And it felt good to have someone who loved me ... who wanted me as part of a family," she continued and Mac nodded, she knew that feeling all too well. "And then with the accident you were both fantastic and then I went to college and started working and while I had friends...and met Colin... I guess I was lonelier than I thought. Then when we visited here and you said we could move here too that feeling of belonging to a family grew so strong. Now, we're moving into our own house and I guess I'm feeling a little scared that I'll lose it again."
"That's not possible," Mac said, wrapping her arms around Mattie. "You are as much a part of this family as anyone else."
"I know," she cried. "But last time ..."
"Mattie, last time you moved across the country but you were always in our thoughts and hearts...it was just the distance which got in the way. This time you are moving two – three hundred feet..." she explained.
"Two hundred and thirty nine," Mattie corrected, she'd counted it, several times. "So, will I still be able to come over all the time?"
"Definitely," Mac said, hugging her. "You can spend as much time here as you like. You can have dinner here each night with us. And remember, you'll be doing your laundry here until you get your own washer and dryer."
"Okay," she said with a sniffle. "Just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to lose you guys again."
"You never lost us before, sweetheart," Mac said, cradling Mattie's head to hers. "We're family, always and forever," she whispered kissing Mattie's head. She too knew what it felt like finally having something you had craved for so long and the innate fear that any change may mean losing that.
"Mac, we might skip the coffee," started Colin before catching the scene in front of him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Mac said patting his shoulder. "Mattie was just feeling a little anxious about the move."
"Really? Why?" he questioned, facing her. They'd spent a long time working hard on the house and she'd never seemed anxious. They'd spent all day setting it up and, if he had to pick an adjective, he'd describe her as excited; he had no idea where the anxiety had come from.

Mattie's response was to wrap her arms around his neck and hold tight. With his arms surrounding her, Colin kissed her head and spoke soothing words until her tears stopped.
"Can you tell me?" he questioned, pulling back and resting his head on hers. Mac quietly slipped out of the room.
"Just got a little worried that things would change between me and Harm and Mac now that we won't be living here," she said quietly.
"Why would you think that?" he questioned surprised.
"Because last time I left I missed them so much and then they had the kids, their own family, and I guess I felt left out," she said wiping her tears. "I know we're only next door... I love the house...I love you... and I know it will be wonderful and all work out but..."
"But you remember the young girl who had a family and lost it, then got another one and thought she'd lost them too," he said for her and she nodded. "Babe, you'll always have Harm and Mac, whether we're living in the next house or the next state... and you'll always have me...I'm your family too. And hopefully, it won't be long before we have our own kids and you'll never have to worry about being alone again."
"God, I love you," she whispered, kissing him. "Thank you."

Knowing there was something going on that he wasn't privy too, Harm stood in front of Mac as she blocked the doorway.
"Any reason you're standing guard?" he asked, looping his arms around her neck.
"Just giving them some time," she whispered, kissing his lips.
"What's the problem?" he replied, looking over her shoulder.
"Mattie's just a little upset," she admitted. "A bit worried about us not being as close once she moves."
"She's only going next door," Harm pointed out and Mac nodded.
"I know," Mac agreed. "But she's been through a lot in her life and this is a momentous step and I think it just all caught up with her."

Ignoring his wife's request, Harm skirted around her and headed towards the kitchen to find Colin and Mattie walking towards him. Without speaking, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.
"Never forget I love you so very much, Matilda," he said, cradling her head in his hand. "Always have, always will. You will always be my eldest child and that won't change because there is a different roof over your head. Do you understand me?"
"I do," she replied, fighting her tears once more.
"And as I will be working with you every day and seeing you over here most nights, I don't think you'll see less of me than you do now," he declared, brushing his thumb over her cheek.
Nodding, Mattie pulled him closer. "I love you, Harm. Thank you for everything you've given me...a family, a home, a career..."
"You're more than welcome, sweetheart," he said. "I'm just so glad you chose to be here with us."
"Me too," said Colin, hoping to go home before his wife-to-be broke down once more.

And after a few more hugs and kisses and reassurances they left to start their life together in their new home.
Seeing the tears in her husband's eyes, Mac looped her arms around his neck and drew his head down towards her before kissing him tenderly.
"You changed that girl's life," she said looking up at him. "You've given her everything she ever wanted... and you've done the same for me," she added before kissing him once more. "And we both feel incredibly blessed you came into our lives."
"I'm the one who has been blessed," he said, caressing her face. "I never thought I'd have what we have now. I never thought I would find anyone who would love me like you do ... wasn't even sure if I deserved that kind of love..."
"Why?" she asked tearfully.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I was never the loving kind ... I know mom and dad loved me but I tried my hardest not to reciprocate, I loved Grams but what kid wouldn't..."
"You were the loving kind," Trish said, coming into the kitchen. "Up until your daddy went missing you were very affectionate and demonstrative of your love. Then things started to change and by the time I made the move to have him declared dead we were like strangers."
"I'm so sorry, mom," he said, leaving his wife's arms to embrace his mother. "I never, ever meant to hurt you so much."
"I know, sweetheart," she replied rubbing his back. "You were just in so much pain and I was the easiest target, but, it's all in the past and I'm just so glad we get to be a part of your life now."
"Me too, mom," he said, holding her close and kissing her head. "Me too."

Just after midnight, Harm rolled back onto his side of the bed after thoroughly satisfying his wife, and himself, Mac rolled with him and rested her head on his chest.
"You're like a fine wine, Harmon," she said as her finger trailed over his chest. "You get better with age."
"Thank you," he said with a slight blush. "But I wouldn't have expected an analogy like that from you."
"Just because I'm a recovering alcoholic doesn't mean I can't use the idiom," she said, propping herself up on an elbow to look at him.
"Not what I meant," he said caressing her face. "I meant it as in you wouldn't be touching fine wine, no matter how much better it got and you've just spent a lot of time touching me..." He raised an eyebrow and she got the point.
"Okay, you're right. I'll have to think of another way to phrase it," she said, rolling on top of him. "Or maybe I'll just show you."
"Show me..." he said before Mac did exactly that.

Meanwhile, Colin and Mattie had just finished christening their new bedroom, and were lying hot and sweaty across their bed.
"Kitchen – check, bathroom – check, bedroom – check," Colin reported glad to have their own space and the freedom to do as they please. Sure, they had had sex in the mobile home but he always felt a little stifled because he thought the noise would carry through the house.
"We've had a busy night," agreed Mattie. "But a great one," she added with a yawn. "I think I'm going to love living here with you."
"No regrets about moving from next door?" he questioned, kissing her head.
"No, never had any regrets," she said wriggling around to rest her head on a pillow. "Just a few old insecurities raising their head."
"And now?" he questioned turning around to lie beside her.
"Now, I'm fine," she said, "Now I'm better than fine...I'm home."
Colin grinned before rolling on top of her and showing her how fine home could be.

Needless to say, both couples were a little on the tired side the following morning and struggled to get up for the morning service. Rosie made her parents give up any thoughts of a Sunday morning sleep in by crying out and instantly they were up to make sure she wasn't unwell. Lily made Mattie and Colin give up their morning plans by sprinting across the yard and asking if she could go to church with them so her grandparents could travel with the others.

Arriving home after the service, Harm yawned and stretched and Mattie followed.
"Why's everyone so tired?" Lily asked her grandmother as they headed to the kitchen.
"I don't know," Trish replied. "Perhaps they were up too late last night."
"Hmmm," she said, getting the juice from the fridge.
"Maybe they just need an early night," she continued, getting the glasses out for Lily.
"I don't think that's it, grandma," Lily said carefully placing the glasses on the tray. "Mom and dad have been going to bed early all week and they looked tireder than ever!"

Trish laughed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what
the cause was.

As Lily set the table for brunch, Frank entertained the children, or at least kept them occupied and Trish made herself at home in the kitchen preparing bacon, eggs, toast and fruit salad for all. A few times the others had offered to help but Trish had insisted on doing it alone, after all, it had been months and months since been able to cook for her family.

After brunch was enjoyed over idle chatter and family news, Trish and Frank offered to take the children on a drive. When Harm declined, saying it would be too much; Frank reassured him that they wouldn't let the kids out of the car, except for the playground, so there wouldn't be too much stress. Plus, he added, he planned on bribing them with ice cream.

Laughing, Harm agreed.

"Just think," Trish said within earshot of both couples. "You may be able to go to bed for a few hours and actually sleep."

No one dared comment.

Enjoying the opportunity to take a late morning nap, both couples returned to their respective bedrooms for some much needed rest, and, this time, they got it.

Later that evening, when all the children were fast asleep, including Mattie and Colin next door, Frank brought up the issues with Rosie and her hearing. Calm and less emotional that they had been earlier in the week, Mac and Harm discussed what it all meant for Rosie. They explained they were looking into speech – language therapist for some therapy sessions to see if they could catch her up on what she'd lost in recent months.
"And how's that going?" Trish asked, picking up her coffee.
"We've found a couple," Mac replied. "There's a one who has an office in Charlesville who seems alright but her experience is with older children and adults..."
"There's a great one who specialises in pre-schoolers..." Harm began.
"That's good," Trish interjected.
"Yeah, but she's ninety minutes away which might be a bit tough on Rosie..." Mac continued. "She'll probably be exhausted just getting there."
"Does she make house calls?" Frank asked, trying to work something out.
"Yes, but we'd have to pay travel expenses at the same rate as the therapy, meaning it will be about $600 per session rather than the $150," Harm explained. "It's not that we begrudge paying it, but realistically there's a limit on what we can do. We've booked in for a full assessment at the start of December and then we'll see what the best plan of attack is."
"What's her name?" Trish asked, thinking along similar lines to her husband.
"Eliza Pickering," Mac answered. "She worked at St Jude's Research Hospital for 25 years and has been in private practice in Harver for five years. She did her thesis on Speech in the Hearing Impaired Pre School Child."
"Well, be sure to let us know how it goes," Trish said, more than happy she had all the information she needed to ensure young Rosie got every minute of speech – language therapy she needed.

***

Life on the farm moved on, Trish and Frank left and returned for the festive season, starting with Thanksgiving which came and went successfully. Rosie had maintained good health but her parents were on high alert with winter about and did everything to ensure she wasn't subjected to the colds and flu of others.

Then the day for Rosie's trip to Harver for her speech-language therapy assessment was upon them. Harm and Mac set off with the twins, leaving Lily in school and Frankie home with his grandparents. Planning their trip so they could break for lunch at the halfway mark, Harm pulled into the Burger King car park as that was Rosie's choice.

While Harm supervised a well rugged up Rosie and Harry on the indoor playground, Mac went and ordered, glad their special of the month was a vegie burger so Harm would have something to eat. Mac ordered big, hoping to get Rosie to eat more than the meagre amount she had at breakfast. She knew Harry would devour anything she put in front of him such was his ravenous appetite at the moment due to the growth spurt he was experiencing.

With hamburgers and fries for the twins, Mac chose the Steakhouse XT burger for herself with a large fries and onion rings to go with Harm's vegie burger. With water for everyone, she carried the tray back to the table and set out the food while Harm rounded up the twins and brought them back. Using booster seats raise the kids to make eating an easier experience, Harm made sure they were set before sliding in beside his wife and pinching one of her fries.

"Did you want fries?" Mac asked, tipping some of hers on a napkin closer to him.
"No, I'm fine," he said, keeping the fries near him and tipping some onion rings to her.

Harry had consumed his burger before Mac had even started hers and being a little preoccupied didn't catch the little hand dart out to claim hers too until her burger was moving across the table.
"Hey!" she said putting her hand out. "That's mommy's burger."
"I'm hungry," he said, lifting it to his mouth.
"Harrison MacKenzie Rabb," Harm said sternly and Harry froze, no one ever called him Harrison. "Give that burger back to mommy and say sorry."
"Sorry, mommy," he said handing it back. "But I'm hungry."
"Eat your fries and drink your water and then we'll talk," Mac said, and obediently Harry did as instructed.

Rosie, on the other hand, played with her fries and barely looked at her burger.
"Eat your hamburger, Rosie," Mac said but with her head down and being busy with her fries, she failed to respond. "Rosie..." Mac said a little louder. "Rosie," she said louder still and Rosie looked up and smiled at her mommy. Mac bit down on her bottom lip to control her emotions.

Silently, Harm slid his hand over hers and squeezed it. It would take some adjustment to get used to the new world they were in with Rosie.
"Mommy, don't like ham-ger," she said pushing it towards her brother. "Harry have."
Harry didn't need to be asked twice.
"Would you like some of mommy's or daddy's?" Mac offered but Rosie shook her head.
"Would you like some ice cream or..." Harm started.
"Ice cream!" Harry said with a mouthful of food.
"You, just eat the burger," Mac said not worrying about wrestling Rosie's burger from him. After all, there were bigger issues at play today.

Rosie shook her head, she didn't want ice cream or burgers or anything. What she wanted was a hug from her daddy and she put her arms out.
"Hug, daddy," she said and Harm's heart melted.
"Sure, baby," he said, sliding from his seat and cleaning his daughter's hands before picking her up.
"No doctor, daddy," she said, resting her head on Harm's shoulder and he took a deep breath. They hadn't told the twins where they were headed but his little girl had guessed anyway.
"Eliza's not a doctor," Harm said after pulling back so she could see him speak. "She's a speech – language therapist." He may as well have spoken in Greek for what Rosie could understand.
"No doctor, daddy," she repeated, hugging him tighter.
"Eliza will play games and you'll have fun," he said but it meant nothing, it was just someone else who was going to look at her and poke her and make her sad.

Once they arrived in Harver, the family entered Eliza's office and checked in with her receptionist. It wasn't long before they were called in and Harm watched his daughter's reaction as a bright, happy room came into view. Rosie walked in willingly, which was a bonus, and Harry went to dive into the toy box but Harm caught his hand, this wasn't the time for playing.

After fifteen minutes of preliminary discussions, Harm and Harry left so the assessment phase could start. The plan was for Eliza to assess Rosie and speak with Mac to get a full history. She would then have the family go for coffee for an hour while she analysed the results and then come back to discuss the findings and recommendations. Usually, the process was split between two sessions but she was mindful of the trek they had made to be there, so she was doing it this way.

Kissing his wife and daughter, Harm and Harry left, much to Harry's dismay. He wanted to stay with his sister, he wanted to stay with the toys, but Harm had other plans.
"Come on, Harry," he encouraged, setting the boy on his hip so they could get out without too much of a scene. "How about we go buy our favourite girls a present?"
"For me too?" he asked eager.
"Yes, for you too," he agreed. "But, only if you're a good boy."
"I'll be good," he promised, wriggling from his father's arms and taking hold of his hand so they could go shopping. "Come on, daddy."

Walking into a department store, Harm stopped near a directory, trying to decide where they should head.
"What should we buy mommy and Rosie?" he asked, picking Harry up so he could reach the map.
"Candy!" he said excitedly. "And books and toys and ...and...and..."
"What about mommy?" he asked, leading the way to the book department.
"Candy and chocolate and burgers..." Harry reeled off as he danced along.
"Your mom needs to change her eating habits," Harm grumbled, holding onto Harry's hand as the escalator came into view.

In the book department, Harry chose 'Where the wild things are' for Rosie and 'The Gruffalo' for himself. Harm picked up 'We're going on a bear hunt' for Frankie and 'Tales of a fourth grade nothing' for Lily. Moving onto the toy department, Harry picked nine different items 'for Rosie' he would say handing it to his father, but Harm would shake his head. His little girl wouldn't want nine different Thomas the Tank engines. In the end, Harry settled on Candyland for the whole family and while Harm wasn't keen on the idea, he figured non-edible candy was preferable to the real thing.

Taking a walk through toddler apparel, Harm got Harry to try on some different boots and trainers; he had quickly grown out of the last lot. Five different pairs of shoes later and they went with the original choice of brown slip on boots 'just like Colin's' Harry had declared.

Next, Harry tried on eight different winter coats. To Harm's discerning eye, one was too big, one too small, one too short, one too long, one a bit bulky, one not bulky enough...he felt like Goldilocks and was desperate for the 'just right' one. This was why he hated shopping. Mac picked up one, maybe two items and that was it. She knew by sight the exact sizes she needed and he willingly let her shop, alone where possible.

With a jacket for each twin, the shoes, the books, and the game, Harm was quite pleased with their purchases but realised there was not only one child missing, but also his wife.
"What will we get for Mattie and Colin?" Harm asked, walking through the kitchenware area.
"Bowl," Harry said pointing at the first item he saw. Bowl was followed by plate, glass, oven and clock.
"Hmmm, clock," he said, backtracking to display of wall clocks.

Quickly, he spied the perfect kitchen clock for them. It was a 22 inch brown hanging scroll wall clock and would look great on the end wall of the kitchen. After making the purchase, the Rabb men still had one more person to buy for – Mac.
"Now, what will we buy for mommy?" he asked, scanning the home wares and realising she'd probably kick his six if he bought her a kitchen gadget as a gift.
"Candy and chocolates," Harry said, tugging his dad along to the chocolates he could see.
"No, Harry, let's think of something else," Harm said knowing if he bought it Harry would have them devoured before they got back to the farm.
"PJs," Harry said, tugging on the display model in the women's wear section.
"No, Harry," Harm said as he continued to walk.

Alas, Harry was insistent and tugged the display model's pyjamas so hard the leg came off.
"Oops, daddy!" he squealed, not too sure what had happened.
"Harry!" Harm reprimanded. "That's naughty."
"Sorry, daddy," he said sheepishly, hiding behind his father's long legs as a sales associate came to survey the damage.
"I'm so sorry," Harm apologised. "Just an over enthusiastic three-year-old wanting to buy pyjamas for his mother."
"That's alright," said the woman sweetly. "No real damage done. What would you like to buy your momma, honey?" she asked, looking around Harm to Harry.
"Marine pj's," Harry said, pointing to the dark green pyjamas on the model. "My mommy's a marine."
"Well then, let's see what we can find. Our marines deserve the best," she said straightening up. "My son's a marine."
"Oohrah," Harry said proudly.

The woman led them to the stock of pyjamas and soon Harm found Mac's size and handed them to Harry and he was ecstatic with the flannelette items.
"Now, sir, the woman continued, "I'm sure your wife will appreciate flannel from her son but I think she'd appreciate something a little more intimate from a good looking man like yourself."

Harm smiled; the woman certainly had a great sales technique. Not really wanting to shop for intimate apparel with his son, Harm asked the lady for her recommendation and took the first suggestion; a camisole and panty set in red.

Laden with their purchases and realising the time, they headed back to the car and loaded their goodies into the trunk before heading back to the speech-language therapist's office.
"Where have you been?" Mac asked looking between her favourite guys.
"Shopping, mommy," Harry said, running over and hugging her legs.
"You expect me to believe you're late because you were shopping?" she challenged Harm, raising an eyebrow.
"We were, mommy," he said quietly. "How did things go here?" he asked, picking up his daughter and kissing her.
"Okay," Mac said slowly. "Eliza wants us to come back around three for the results."
"I thought she only needed the hour?" Harm said, they were the plans when he'd left.
"I know, but something came up and there's a slight delay," she said, taking hold of Harry's hand. "Anyway, let's go get a drink and you can tell me where you really were." Not believing her store-phobic husband had been voluntarily shopping.

Drinks all around and Rosie was actually hungry and wanted something to eat, but couldn't decide.
"She wants fries," Harry said, after all, if Rosie got some he'd get some too.
"No, she doesn't," Harm said, as Harry stood up on his chair. "Sit down." The boy obeyed.
"Honey, what do you want to eat?" Mac asked, holding Rosie's hand. "A muffin? A cookie? Some pie?" Rosie shook her head.
"Fruit salad? Jello? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" Harm offered and Rosie shook her head.
"She wants fries," Harry insisted.
"Do you want fries, Rosie?" Harm asked and his daughter nodded; fries it was.

Over the next thirty minutes, Harm and Mac discussed the tests and the shopping expedition.
"Daddy bought lots and lots and lots," Harry said, picking up another fry.
"Did he just?" Mac said, "What brought about this desire to shop?"
"Well, I thought we'd buy you and Rosie a present and it just grew from there," he said, picking up his coffee. "I knew Harry needed new shoes and they both needed winter jackets..."
"I'm impressed," she said. "I may have to send you out more often. So, what did you get me?"
"It's a secret," said Harm with a wink, just as Harry announced "Pjs".
"Oooh, pyjamas," Mac said looking at her son. "What type?"
"Marine green," Harry said proudly.
"I can't wait to see them," she said, ruffling his hair.
"Daddy bought you sexy ones," he continued, picking up on the word the sales associate had used and Harm nearly choked on his coffee.
"Definitely can't wait to see them."

Eliza Pickering was very efficient and straightforward and had the children in the playroom down the corridor being supervised by her receptionist so she didn't have to talk about Rosie in her presence. In effect, the results of the speech-therapy assessments showed that Rosie was performing at the age of a two year and eleven month old child.

As she was three years and eight months, this definitely wasn't the result Mac or Harm wanted to hear.
"Now, as Rosie has just developed her hearing loss and has been quite unwell lately, her results today are probably not indicative of her true ability, however, it does give us a starting point to see what we can do for her," Eliza explained before giving a complete rundown of each subtest and the results.

To Mac, each result felt like a slap in the face. There were difficulties with many of the skills she knew her baby girl had mastered not all that long ago. As the therapist was talking, Mac couldn't help the tears which tumbled down her cheeks.

It was Eliza who noticed before Harm.
"Sarah, it's not all bad," she said, handing her a Kleenex.
"Hey?" Harm said, turning in his chair and taking her hand. "Rosie will be alright."
Mac sniffled and nodded; sure, this was only a hiccup.
"You have to understand, Eliza, before this, Rosie was progressing so well, much better than her twin," Harm explained, squeezing Mac's hand. "It's just a little hard to hear just how far she's regressed."
"I do understand, Harm," she said softly. "You have a very special little girl and we are going to ensure this is nothing more than a bump in the road. Now, for Rosie, I would suggest weekly therapy sessions for ten weeks with additional work to be done through the week at home. I know there will be a break for Christmas and the New Year in there, but that's okay as it will allow us to see how much she will retain. How do Monday mornings suit?"
Mac and Harm looked at each other; what do they do now?

Sensing their hesitation, Eliza decided to help them out.
"Monday's is the best for me," she said, closing the file. "I know my practice is here but I have a house in Flemington and am there Friday through Sunday. I drive back Monday morning and stay in an apartment in town. I get the best of living in town and country and it's a bonus of semi retirement."
"So, what are you saying?" Harm asked, not too sure what she was proposing.
"I'm saying, that if it's suitable for you, I would be at your place at 9:00 am, for a one hour session," she explained. "I know you spoke of the distance and covering travel costs but as that's not an issue anymore, it shouldn't impact on your decision."
"Why isn't it an issue?" Mac asked looking between the therapist and her husband, Harm shrugged.
"The delay between the assessment and this feedback session was due to an urgent phone call," she said tapping her fingers on the desk. "It was Frank Burnett and while I didn't give him specific information, I did let him know regular sessions would be of benefit. Before I hung up the phone there was a deposit of $10,000 in my account to be held in trust for Rosie's therapy sessions. I thought you knew."

Harm could only chuckle; trust Frank.
"Frank is my step dad," Harm explained. "And it's nothing but the best for his grandchildren."
"That's exactly what he said," Eliza said with a laugh.
"In that case," Mac said. "9:00 Mondays is perfect."