ogical evalu

ndless questions from a doctor whose loyalty was to Wesley, not to medicine. They took photos of me at my worst-exhau

was just a prelude to the

came for m

apsed. A severe, mysterious "allergic reaction." I was r

in hives, her breathing shallow. A White House

Reed," I pleaded, my voice

doorway, his face a mas

he said smoothly. "As soon

the screen was a prepare

"Go on camera. Tell the world you're unstable and sorry. Do that, and the best

aughter's life as

ing face. I looked at the man who w

it," I

ession. I felt the weight of the world's judgment settle on my shoulders, a

e a curt nod. The whir of helicop

for my upcoming "accidental" death. The world would see it as th