Chapter 7

Because Carmen had pulled strings in advance, the staff at the psychiatric hospital locked me in the utility closet closest to the bathroom.

Every day, they forced me to swallow heavy doses of “therapeutic medication,” and if I refused, electroshocks in the “treatment room” awaited me.

I finally realized that Carmen didn’t just want to torment me; she wanted me dead.

That day, after being forced to swallow the pills again, I waited until they left and shoved my fingers down my throat to throw them up.

Right after I cleaned up the regurgitated medicine, the orderly came in to announce that Brady was here to visit me.

Seeing that after only three days of confinement I had already become so disheveled and listless, a flicker of shock flashed across Brady’s eyes.

Yet perhaps because Carmen had said something to him beforehand, he didn’t react any further.