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I'm trying to wrap my head around it. I pace back and forth in the hallway, trying to get my brain to work.
She's never been like this. She rarely drinks. According to Abby, she's only seen her drink twice in the years she's known her. Abby even went through her apartment and found nothing.
Her home is in top shape, acceptable to someone with OCD. Nothing looks out of place; a stark difference with the state of her mind now.
She's been sedated for the past few hours. My heart sinks as I think of the doctor's words: "Any more outbursts and we're going to have to put a 72 hour hold on her."
She was going to therapy. She had a great friend group. She had an amazing job and a busy social life.
And then this...
I tug on my hair, frustrated.
Clearly, the stuff that Chase did
