Grace
I left my third and final hearing in a state of shock. I should have known. It was never going to be a fair fight. It is what it is, so I’d best be thinking about my next move. Which I spend a lot of time doing.
There are only two people I know of who possess the power to stop this procedure, myself notwithstanding. Problem is, one of them is presumed dead and the other wishes she were.
I know I should be thankful she’s not, and I would be, if only she hadn’t gotten me into this mess, at least partially. The games Elizabeth plays have an effect on all of us. Dr. Branson is right about that much. It doesn’t help my predicament any that she’s sunk to a new low. I have no idea what’s happened, only that she isn’t talking. Not really, anyway. One thing I do know is, every time Elizabe
