ity gate at the end of the

her phone in the other, already recording. She expected to f

ked from the inside. I was not pale or weak. I

th fake sympathy for her online audience. "I was so worried

e even through the iron bars-the sou

to her phone, then bac

s way to bring me

"What? No, it's... it's j

I wasn't aiming for her. I snatched a dirty, m

, I shoved the filthy g

ore it open, and dumped the rotten, moldy contents onto the pristine gravel

?" I asked, my voice calm. "Yo

ir faces arranged in masks of concern. Molly had clearly tipped them off,

ion and rage in her eyes. "She attacked me!

ked out the lines," Elyse said, a lie so bl

gly sound. "You tried to starve

r is clearly the result of some deep-seated mental illness

idea, cold and brilliant, took shape in my mind. They wanted me to

"You're right," I whispered, letting a tremor enter my voice. "Ther

"It's her," I said, my voice rising. "She makes me want to do terr

gnosis. A medical explanation. It was the perfect tool. A way to control me, to exp

e now syrupy sweet. "We'll get you help.

g my cage. They didn't realize