“My treatment for what?” She frowned. “And for how long?”

“Well, for as long as it takes,” Dr. Quatrevaux said. “We weren’t able to find any relatives for you, so you’re in our hands or the hands of the state, depending.”

“Depending on what?” She looked around wildly. “Is this real?”

Dr. Quatrevaux and Irma shared a look that said quite openly, She’s about to have another break.

“No! I’m not insane!” Tears started falling from her eyes. “I am not insane!”

“We don’t think you are, honey,” Irma said gently, handing her a box of tissues. “But sometimes the pressures of life get good folks down. There...

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