“Is she talking about it yet?” the doctor asked as they
spoke quietly in the hallway.
After she refused to eat for three days, he put his foot
down and brought her in to be checked out.
“No, she won’t talk to me at all, about anything,” he
sighed, reaching up and rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Maybe if she talked to his mother-“
“Are you kidding me?
Her son killed himself…and you want me to let my daughter talk to her?”
he spat, hating the compassion he could see in her eyes.
“It might help.”
“Nothing helps.”
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