Acts of Honor by Vicki Hinze - Acts of Honor

Author:Vicki Hinze - Acts of Honor [Hinze, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: AcM
ISBN: 9781611941777
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Amazon: 1611941776
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Goodreads: 16213727
Publisher: BelleBooks
Published: 1999-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

He needed color. She got the box from the floor, near the sketch pad. He’d been lucid a lot longer this time. That was good progress. Still, she fought the depression of seeing him slip away from her.

“Here they are, Joe.” She passed the crayons over.

Joe didn’t blink. This wasn’t a performance for William.

Disappointed, Sara requested to be let out and then walked to the door, trying to figure out why Joe had slipped back into the netherland.

Something had to trigger the regression. But what?

Out at the station, Sara circled the Plexiglas barrier and paused at the monitors. Joe lay curled in a ball on the floor. He didn’t look distressed. Actually, he appeared calm and at ease.

Yet he clutched at the box of crayons.

If she could figure out the trigger, then she could help him. It wasn’t just that the ripped-out wall pad exposed the white wall. If that section of the wall bothered him, he would just look away from it, too. Joe looked away from the camera because it made him uncomfortable. But was it being watched that bothered him, or the camera itself? Which was the trigger?

She had no idea. All she really knew for certain is that none of her PTSD-diagnosed patients suffered from PTSD. Not even Joe. But they were somehow connected. Perhaps through some kind of betrayal and maybe, whatever it was about, this “I wept.”

What had happened to them?

Look for more common bonds. Things all of them share.

She gritted her teeth, swearing she would, if only she could get some privacy and access to a computer.

She detoured by the second-floor station. Beth wasn’t there, but Koloski was. Sara wouldn’t gain access on this attempt, either.

Bitter, she took the elevator down to her quarters and then crawled into bed. Tomorrow, she thought, punching her pillow, she would gain access to those files—even if she had to lock Beth in the med room to get it.

Sara fell back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Damn it, all she wanted was the truth. It wasn’t as if she were begging for a fistful of miracles—though she certainly wouldn’t snub her nose at them. She just wanted . . . the truth.

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