Miranda sits across from Dr. Hiram Smith, her hands folded in her lap.
“Of course I have an idea,” Miranda corrects. Lye told her to go in with an open mind. She really does want to get better. “I just don’t know exactly what he’s doing. He’s unpredictable.”
“Can you show him to me now?” Dr. Smith asks.
Miranda can feel Clarke roll over in her mind. “I could,” she hedges, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“And why not?”
She doesn’t look at him. “I’m afraid that he’ll hurt you.”
The doctor scribbles on the legal pad.