Alan fought against the orderlies holding him back. “Veronica, no!”
“You’re a danger to yourself.” She signed the forms then removed her sunglasses, revealing a black eye. “And to me.”
Alan stopped fighting. Had he done that? He hadn’t meant to.
He walked into the asylum. Maybe he was crazy.
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