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LXXIV
'You really want to do this?' Rose asks me softly, her blue eyes searching mine.
I nod. 'Iā¦think I need to.'
Rose shifts in the plastic chair, her feet scuffing the linoleum floor.
My name is called, and I get to my feet, my hands shaking. 'Thank you for doing this with me.'
Rose's name is called too, and her hands shake worse than mine. 'If you can do it, so can I.'
We step down the hall, two open doors waiting for us, hers on the left, mine on the right.
I face mine for a moment, scanning the room, the light blue carpet, the brown sofa in the corner, the fishtank.
There's a picture frame on the wall.
Heidi Ingram, Doctor of Psychiatry.
I close the door behind me.
