e private room. My hands were steady. My face was

turned to me. They looked at me with a mix

her arm. She was wearing a white dress

ight with warning. "You're back.

. My eyes loc

arrying across the silent room. "You fram

th tears instantly. It wa

"Don't do this. We're all here to welcome you home. I

alous rage. The arm that medical records, which my useless publ

my husband and my son against me. And you didn't stop there, did you? The beating

gh the room. Gabb

ional. Ryan, the doctors warned us this might happen. That she might have

ng at me. "That's enough, Jocelyn! You're scaring h

is face was twisted i

ying. I would never hu

is voice high-pitched.

at me. His small fists beat against my l

! I hate yo

breathe. My own child was attacking me, de

ly concern was Gabby. "See? See what

ation that my old life was not just gone, but had

aurant, ignoring the stares of the other patrons. I stumbled out onto the

rom its parked position, its headlights blinding me. There was a sick

river. He looked right at me. Then he turned his head slightly and gave a clear thum

rything w