Caroline shoots her a confused look as she parks against the curb, cutting her off before she can spiral any further. “No, I’m not dropping you. Of course not.”

“Then, why…” Hannah trails off, gesturing to Caroline’s very presence, the look on her face the picture of confusion. “This?”

Caroline purses her lips before she sighs and looks out at the dark sky. It’s only six, but given that it’s still winter, it looks like it may as well be the middle of the night. “Okay, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. And I don’t have to know what you decide at all with the information.” She turns to face Hannah a bit before she reaches into her pocket to pull out a card. “Her name is Annette Hogan, she’s a therapist I’ve referred clients to before, if they… seem like they could benefit from it.”

Hannah’s forehead is scrunched up as she reaches out to take the card. “I – you did this to offer me a therapist?” She looks up at Caroline, seeming so incredulous.

“Well, yeah.” She holds Hannah’s gaze for a beat. “I’ve already called her to ask if she’d be willing to take on a new client if you’re interested. She’ll use Michael’s insurance, if you’re still on that. But I’ve talked about using MassHealth or – whatever your job offers, basically, I have a deal with her to sort out the billing after insurance. So, if you do want to see her, just give her a call and let her know you’re my client.” Caroline nods, and is glad it went better than the suggestion of therapy often goes on the first round.

Hannah closes the card between the mittens she’d not taken off in the fifteen minute drive. She stares down at her hands for a long moment before looking back at Caroline in consideration. “Thank you. Really.” Her eyes widen as they catch on the time. “I have to pick up Abbie.”

“Of course.” Caroline sits back in her seat before she leans forward to stop Hannah. “Wait – you said that Michael is still threatening you? About proceeding with the divorce?”

Hannah freezes, her hand on the door. “He… is, yes.”

“Send me a record of the call log and any hard copies of texts. Please.” She tacks on.

“I didn’t want to add to your plate; you’re already doing so much for me, and I can honestly handle whatever Michael wants to say. I’ve done it for years.” Hannah bites her lip, regarding Caroline with a look she can’t decipher. But whatever it is, she can clearly see that there’s a strength in it. “I don’t need you to fight these battles for me. Just the legal ones.” She adds with a ridiculously charming smile.