Emma
“I’ve never had a psychiatric evaluation.”
The words sounded ridiculous even after I said them.
Sophia turned the laptop toward us. Marisol had forwarded the document Derek filed with the court, and there it was.
My name.
My birth date.
Dr. Chen’s clinic.
Words like paranoid ideation, emotional instability, risk of self-harm and impaired judgment regarding pregnancy.
At the bottom sat Dr. Chen’s signature.
I stared at it.
“That’s not her signature.”
Jake looked at me. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve seen her signature on prescriptions and paperwork. She makes this weird loop on the C.” I pointed. “That’s wrong.”
Sophia zoomed in.
“You’re right.”
Jake reached for his phone.
I caught his wrist.
“No.”
His eyes narrowed. “Emma.”
“We call Marisol. Then Dr. Chen.”
“I’m calling Nash
