Chapter Six
Alistair told the doctors a metric ton of lies. I skipped breakfast. I was dehydrated. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. If she’d told them the truth, the whole truth, she wouldn’t be five minutes from walking out of the hospital. She’d be under mental wellness observation. The truth was this had happened to her before, but it hadn’t happened in years. Not like this. She’d had dark weeks, but not a full-on escape from reality like had happened in the Pry mansion. That, she hadn’t suffered through in over a decade. Since then, she’d harbored a little light inside herself, a light that had been kindled by the hope that maybe it wasn’t going to happen again. So, while she lied about breakfast, dehydration, and this never happening, the little light died because it
