" Ingrid. You must be Olivia.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Ingrid. Come on in and… please excuse the mess.’ I step out of the doorway, and Ingrid joins me in the expansive lobby. She looks around, and I see her eyes taking it all in – the white porcelain tiles on the floor, the high ceiling, the furniture and décor. I follow her gaze around the room and suddenly I’m remembering how "

― Kelly Rimmer , A Mother's Confession