r, the doorbell of

id private physician, arrive

His face was an unreadable mask. He po

s ordered flatly. "I

massive desk and clicked a button on his laptop. The live feed from th

softly and ente

uminated Jaclyn. She was sitting up in bed, her k

with a penlight. He gently

soothing voice. "Can you tell me wha

ng. She could feel his eyes o

as her

s began to nervously twist and pull at the edge of the

bling perfectly. "Everyone was trying to push me. They wer

his mouth. The unlit cigar slipped from his

d and quickly jotted down: Suspected Post-Trau

r, Dr. Alan walk

rauma from the fall, combined with extreme psychologica

response. Sometimes, under extreme stress, the brain latches onto a figure of authority or power as a source

lor of granite. His stomach

g than have her docility be

respond, the interco

ugh the speaker. "Miss Cherri Lester is in t

o throw the girl out onto the stree

He needed to see how Jaclyn rea

into the master bedroom, carrying a

low pressing over her mouth suffocated her. Her fingerna

al muscles to relax int

the bed. She reached out

round the room. "Why were you so weird on the

natched her hand back and presse

her eyes darting nervously. "I d

n Cherri's eyes. The fall really had

monster. Bradford loves you. You need to sign the

ly. It was so easy to s

air and pulled slight

slightly manic. "Gaines said if I'm a g

ooking at a rabid dog. The sentence made absolute

Gaines stopp

t his ribs. That sentence wasn't crazy. It was a d

ptly, smoothing down

ri muttered, backing

behind Cherri, the vacant, crazy

d, calculating smirk touch

was offic