Before my sister died she asked me to do seven simple things. Unfortunately, I’ve failed to make even one of her wishes come true. So, what makes my psychiatry patient, a critically acclaimed actress, think I can help her when in crisis?
Sure, that’s my job. But she wants to expose a decorated police detective as an abusive husband. She wants me to join her covert operation to convince his wife she’s being abused. She wants… actually, I don’t know what she wants, and I don’t trust it.
But I do recognise terror, desperation and someone living life on the edge. My sister lived it as she tried to escape her husband. I lived it every time she went months without contact and I never knew if she was dead or alive. So, what makes me think I can help a stranger, when I couldn’t help my sister?
After all, I am evil. I was raised by a man capable of violence, severe mental anguish and murder. Deep down, I’m just like him. I can lie. I can deceive. I do lash out. I don’t trust myself, especially not with someone as precious as Julia Swift.
Don’t believe me? Just ask my ex-wife.
Disguise, Woman in peril, Redemption, Single Mom/Dad
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Los Angeles, USA, New York,USA