ogical evalu
ndless questions from a doctor whose loyalty was to Wesley, not to medicine. They took photos of me at my worst-exhau
was just a prelude to the
came for m
apsed. A severe, mysterious "allergic reaction." I was r
in hives, her breathing shallow. A White House
Reed," I pleaded, my voice
doorway, his face a mas
he said smoothly. "As soon
the screen was a prepare
"Go on camera. Tell the world you're unstable and sorry. Do that, and the best
aughter's life as
ing face. I looked at the man who w
it," I
ession. I felt the weight of the world's judgment settle on my shoulders, a
e a curt nod. The whir of helicop
for my upcoming "accidental" death. The world would see it as th
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