I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

” she whispers. “No, Mommy, please.”

I stand so fast the chair scrapes the floor.

Dr. Heller steps in front of the door.

“Melissa, stay with your daughter.”

“I need to talk to him.”

“You need to stay calm.”

“I am calm.”

I am not calm.

My hands are shaking. My lungs feel too small. I want to run down the hallway and put my body between Diane and every door continue reading …