The Mad Wife's Spectacular Comeback

heavy oak door

the full weight of the sedative hit her

oak wall paneling. She pressed her palms flat against the

eceptionist looked u

d pity and sharp suspicion. She held out

t. She couldn't let an

Beth mumbled. Her tongue felt

legs to move, heading toward the shadow

restroom door and stu

cold. She cupped her hands and splashed it directly into her

t again.

use. She gripped the edges of the marble sink, her knuckles

t. She looked exactly like the broken, un

en characters flashed across her

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faded. She grabbed a rough paper towel, scrubbe

the restroom. The

hing. The secondary door to Dr. Finch's private office-the

ng on that door

d. She held

ifted out. It was low, rushed, and ent

he prepaid phone,

gap in the door. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs, t

requested," Finch continued. "Severe paran

th caught i

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is publicist for Lachla

medical file is bulletproof. It is more than enough for a judge to mandate involu

blinding rage

t the skin broke. The sharp, stinging pain groun

achlan was trying to lock her away in an asy

ough the phone. Beth couldn't make out

r clears the offshore account, the encrypted audio of her

was breaking every rule of the HIPAA ac

her designer bag. She pulled out her ph

e crack in the door. This file was her only lifeline. If she could just get it

k-clack of high heels echoed o

lking down the hall, he

ed the phone deep into her pocket and spun aro

and forced her face into

etween Beth and the cracked door. "Your private driver has

eth said. Her

unglasses, and slid them onto her face. They covered the dark ci

ist without another word and

slid shut, Beth watched the

ally care about her survival evaporated. Her marri

doors opened to the dim

t. The driver, wearing a sharp suit, quickly

ther seat. The door closed w

r pull

headrest. As she did, her e

sitioned for the driver to see the traffic behind them. It was

head. She kept her br

. She popped the cap off and held the small, mirrored surface of

he tiny mirror, she scann

e it

the reading light console was a microsc

her spine. They were

n't put it on. She dropped it back

She stared directly into t

mile. She di

ed her right hand and flipped a rigid, de

adquarters, K. Holloway stared at the live feed on her monitor.

unlight suddenly broke through the tinted

the warmth hit her skin. She

ilence in the c

ted violently a

The screen lit up

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