Franssen read the disclosure twice without changing expression. That was worse than if he had looked shocked.
I sat across from his desk with my hands folded over my notebook and resisted the urge to explain more than the form required.
The office was too warm. The radiator beneath the window clicked every thirty seconds, and somewhere in the hallway someone rolled a cart over a threshold with the same metallic bump again and again. Franssen placed the paper on the desk.
“You are requesting permanent removal from Finnerty’s direct clinical care.”
“Yes.”
“Effective immediately.”
“Yes.”
“You understand the original reassignment is already in place.”
“I do. I want the conflict documented from my side, not only as a player request.”
His eyes stayed on me.
“Reason?”
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