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

in this building.

Andrew’s voice rises from the reception area.

“She is my daughter. You can’t keep me from seeing my daughter.”

Then Diane’s voice, soft and wounded.

“Melissa is under a lot of stress. She’s been unstable since Emma was born.”

Unstable.

The word hits like a slap.

I move toward the door, but Dr. Heller holds up a hand.

“Stay here,” he says.continue reading …