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I couldn’t accept it. Wouldn’t accept it. In fact, I had such an epic meltdown there in front of the hospital that they encouraged me to re-admit myself for another few days.
Days that turned into weeks.
I called Justin a couple times from the hospital. Had to get special clearance from the psychologist in charge and everything. But I had to know about my daughter. Not that I had any reason to worry. Justin and some of the workers at the Children’s Place had done everything in their power to find me after Hester died, but the only emergency contact I’d listed was my mom, and I hadn’t told her I was checking myself into a psych ward. Hadn’t told her I was placing my baby in temporary custodial care, so you can imagine what an earful Justin got when he reached her.
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