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you run all over the countryside having your little episodes, can we?”
    “Where is it you think I should go?” she asked bitterly. “A nice padded room?”
    “You don’t deserve nice anymore,” he said pointedly. “We tried that and look what happened. You still ran.”
    “I didn’t want to be a prisoner.”
    “Too bad. Until you’re healthy, you’re not well enough to be on your own. Because so far when you are on your own, you can’t take care of yourself. Then there is your inability to pick up the phone and ask for help,” he said. “Your father was in a right state this morning when he got the news.”
    “Ah, sorry about that. I suppose it must have pulled him out of one of those so important meetings too, right?” she snapped. Then groaned. Now she did sound like a petulant child looking for her father’s time and affection when that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’d grown up wanting that, even more so after her mother’s death. Apparently her mother had handed the delicate genes down to Hannah. Too bad her father never had a son – that’s what he really wanted.
    In fact, he treated Will, and George, as if they were his sons. If she wasn’t around she had no doubt they’d inherit everything. Except her father had Wanda, his arm decoration. One of a dozen this last decade, although she’d been the only one to last for years. But she was barely a few years older than Hannah, and that was just gross. As it were, if any of these people could prove she was mentally incompetent, they’d likely get it all anyway. Not that she wanted anything from her father. She just wanted her freedom. Unfortunately that took money.
    She had some of her own, but she had no idea how long that would last. She’d never done a full day’s work in her life until she bought her business. That had been a rude awakening. Hell, she’d never finished college because of her father’s restrictions. After all she wasn’t strong enough to actually take an exam, the stress would probably blow a gasket in her brain. Still, she’d bought the florist shop and hired Tasha to manage it. So she’d done something right. The store had yet to turn a profit, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t. She considered what she’d done so far a success. Something that would amuse her father and Wanda to no end if they knew. Good thing they hadn’t a clue. Her father would order her to sell the shop immediately.
    Bitterly, she pleated the hospital sheet and stared at the man in front of her. “Where is Father now?”
    “He’s with the administrators making arrangements.”
    “Arrangements?” she asked coolly. “What arrangements? I like it here.”
    “Well, too bad,” her father said from the doorway. “You won’t be staying. You’ll be transported to Rossmoor Hospital this afternoon.”
    “I am not going back there.”
    “Yes, you are,” he said in that I’ll-not-listen-to-any-arguments-out-of-you, you-have-no-idea-what-you’re-talking-about voice. “And this time you won’t be checking yourself out any time soon.”
    She shook her head, desperate to find a way out of this. And fast. “I’m an adult, Father. That’s not your decision to make.”
    “Of course it is. You’re not capable of looking after yourself,” he snapped. “I should have locked you up last time and thrown away the keys. You will travel there this afternoon, go through a full assessment then be back into the same room you were in nine months ago.” He glared at her. “And you will stay there this time, do you understand?”
    She glared at him mutely.
    “Hannah?” he barked. “Do you understand?”
    “Excuse me,” Dr. Trevor Johnson said from the back of the room, startling them all. His voice was hard and uncompromising, but his gaze on Hannah was gentle, caring.
    Hannah stared at him in hope. Any interruption right now was a Godsend. Even if this man couldn’t help her. After all, why would he do anything – she’d barely