They Destroyed Me, Then Begged Me to Come Back Chapter 06

They Destroyed Me, Then Begged Me to Come Back Chapter 06

“Don’t worry. It’s just depression. No one actually dies from depression.”

“She’s just bitter she didn’t get her way. This is on her, not you.”

Ruby moved closer.

“Exactly, Bianca. You’ve already done everything you can to make it up to her. If things turned out

this way, it’s really just because she was too fragile to handle it.”

“Are you Josephine Callahan’s family?”

Dr. Marsh stood in front of them, hands in her pockets.

“And you are-”

Dr. Marsh’s laugh was cold.

A psychological evaluation report landed on the table in front of them.

“I’m her therapist.”

They saw the diagnosis printed across the top: SEVERE SUICIDE RISK.

Weston froze.

“You told me it was just depression, that it couldn’t possibly be serious…”

“Follow me.”

“Where?”

Weston’s brow furrowed.

“She left some records with me. As her family, I think you should have them back.”

Weston hesitated, glanced at Mom.

Mom sighed

Let’s go look Maybe then she’ll stop acting like the world owes her something.”

“Exactly

Ruby stood too.

‘I’d like to see her keep up that poor little me act once I’ve got those records in my hands!”

Bianca’s face went pale.

In Dr. Marsh’s office, a thick stack of file folders landed in front of them.

“Take a look.”

Weston opened the first folder, hands unsteady.

The instant he saw what was inside, his pupils contracted.

He flipped through the pages faster and faster.

“That’s not possible…”

He finished the first folder in seconds.

Then he tore into the next one with shaking hands.

As he read on, his eyes grew redder, bit by bit.

“No… this isn’t – this can’t be right…”

“Mr. Sterling, what’s it say?”

Ruby craned her neck, curious.

Weston didn’t answer. He’d already opened the third folder.

Ruby, unable to help herself, picked up the first one

The moment she saw what was written inside, she froze too.

Mom leaned over to read with her.

One look, and Mom’s eyes went wide.

“This can’t be true!”

Weston turned to Dr. Marsh.

“She never told me any of this! How could it possibly have gotten this bad?”

“Do you understand that some traumas can’t just be remembered on command?”

Dr. Marsh sat back in her chair, eyes cold.

“Every time she remembers, it’s a second wound

“It took three years of careful work to bring even this much of it up, and only under guided,

semi–conscious recall.”

Weston stood frozen.

Mom’s hand flew to her mouth, turning page after page.

“How… how could this have happened…”

“My daughter… how could my daughter have gone through this…”

“She did all of this to her?”

Ruby stood off to the side, silent.

“But… if this is all real, why didn’t Josephine go to the police?”

Weston stared at Dr. Marsh, unblinking.

“First–whether a victim even has the courage to let the world know what happened to her is one

question.”

“Second–even if she had, what good would it have done?”

Dr. Marsh’s laugh turned bitter, furious.

“There are still someone shielding the perpetrator, aren’t there?”

Silence fell over the room.

“Are you Josephine Callahan’s family?”

A nurse’s voice from the doorway.

Everyone spun around.

The nurse’s face fell.

“Death certificate. Who’s signing?”