“I’m ready to go home,” she announced. She hurried on when she saw Dr. William’s stunned expression. “My husband has already arranged for me to continue with weekly therapy at a well-known facility closer to home. I’ll be on medication until such time as my therapist deems it no longer necessary. I’ve been on ground’s privileges for a week now, and my entire stay here has been without incident.” She held her breath, anxiety causing her palms to sweat, as she waited for his verdict. When he steepled his fingers and rested his elbows on the desk, Evelyn’s heart sank. He’d made his dislike of her clear during her entire stay at the facility. She wasn’t sure what she’d done that made him fight every step she took forward, but she knew he was going to use his power to trump her now. “Mrs. Moore,” he began, his tone causing her to envision a child being scolded by a teacher. “You’ve only been at the facility a mere month. Though you’ve been productive and are well on the way to becoming a healthy member of society, I just don’t think you are ready to go yet.
