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Later when I finally reached Megan by phone she reluctantly agreed to see me claiming exhaustion, but responded to my need to see her. She agreed to pick me up at the office and meet briefly for a drink, after which she would return home to put her dragging body to sleep. I finished with my last patient at six but she didn’t arrive until almost seven.
Hyperactive and confused due to Sasha’s death and Detective Rollins visit, I took a Xanax and pocketed the container to take home. A rumbling volcano-like rage began to stir inside me. I was angry at Sasha and Kevin for killing themselves, angry at Megan for dismissing me at this most critical juncture where I could help her, angry at Detective Rollins for suspecting Megan and for his ridiculous insinuations, and angry at myself for my i
