After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

same manner?” Dr. Hayes inquired, his voice dropping an octave. “Sustaining the exact same bilateral defensive patterning?”

Arthur ceased rubbing his hands together. He squared his shoulders, puffing out his chest to project authority. “Teenagers are clumsy, doctor. And they lie to cover up their foolishness. Just treat them and prescribe something continue reading …