The Psychiatric History

Vesper's POV

"Vesper, this isn't yours to decide alone."

"She's my daughter."

I hugged the folder to my chest and turned for the door.

Rhys put out an arm as I passed him.

"Where are you taking her."

I stopped. My eyes went to his hand.

"Somewhere no one writes off her life as an inconvenienc...

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