“Then why did Neil tell me she died?”
Dr. Peterson hesitated. “I don’t know, Mary. He said you were too distraught to handle fluctuations in her condition and asked to be the primary decision-maker.”
My ears rang.
“There were signs of a response.”
“He moved her,” the doctor continued. “He arranged a transfer to a private care facility outside the city. He told me he’d inform you once she stabilized.”
I stared at him.
“Legally, he had authority as her father. I assumed you were aware.”
“Well, she recovered all right,” I whispered. “She called me from her school.”
The doctor blinked. “She what?”
“Yes. Do you know anything else?”
“No, unfortunately not. I wasn’t involved in her care after she left the hospital. But I can give you copies of what I have,” he explained.
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