Arwen sat in the uncomfortable chair and watched as Sabine and Psych-One both exchanged glances with each other before looking back to her.
“There’s no way to know how any of the medications we use for our trauma patients will affect the limited memories she has of her mother, Arwen.” Psych-One’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. Usually, she was pushing buttons to get reactions from Arwen. “She’s been through trauma. It’s not he first time and with all of the things going on, it is highly possible, in dealing with the most recent experience of being kidnapped could meld with her memories of being shoved in the pantry.”
“I don’t want her to have any more hurt.”
“I understand,” Psych-One nodded gently. “I think though, you’re not giving her the credit she deserves. She is strong Arwen
