ot come hom

Zoe unusually lethargic, her small fac

lyn Price, the highly-regarded child p

l air of arrogant detachment. After a brief, uninspired sess

've been treating Zoe for a year now, but I see absolutely

the clinical psychologist here, or am I? Mr. Carlisle hired me specifically for my expert

nsistently telling me my daughter's condition is my fault? Consistently writing

on my professional integrity, Mrs. Carlisle, then perhaps you should find someo

ront of the doctor. "Integrity? Let's talk about integrity. I did some digging last night. You

m Dr. Price's face. "I... I hav

. You are tasked with ensuring the 'problem' of Zoe's condition is blamed entirely on me. You are fired, Dr. Price. Get out of my hou

ed, Dr. Price grabbed h

y as Alisha expected, her

oing?!" His voice was a furious

ha replied coldly. "I asked a simple question, and she t

Price is widely respected in the industry! You are the only one questioning her! Do you

orphed into a bitter resolve. From beginning to end,

the phone tightening. "I am Zoe's mother, and I have the

done. I'm having Dr. Price finalize her evaluation of your mental state. I will hav

exposed his sinister endgame. He wasn't just trying to cont

isha said flatly, and hung

d resolute. The clock was ticking. She had to