she watched Chloe.
“Mr. Thorne,” Dr. Reed said, “if you are going to let this continue, then I will document it as a formal diagnostic attempt. Not a joke. Not a stunt.”
Harrison waved a hand.
“Document whatever you want.”
“I mean every word said in this room.”
His smile faded slightly.
Dr. Reed did not move.
For the first time that afternoon, Harrison looked continue reading …
