Chapter 11

If Stacy had to inform Megan's family, the closest relative would be her husband, Howard. Stacy set the thought aside for now. "You can rely on medication," Stacy said. "But you need to come here for your regular treatment too." Megan nodded. She knew that already. "In that case, we'll do hypnotherapy today," Stacy added. Hypnosis… After a moment's thought, Megan nodded again. She followed Stacy to the bed and slowly closed her eyes. In the darkness, her thoughts spun chaotically. Then she found herself standing on a cloudy day. Megan quickly realized where she was. Cold lights glared overhead. The silence was eerie. Before her lay the corpse of her father, wrapped in white cloth. It was the day she had gone to collect William's body many years ago. Her mother, Olivia Baker, was sobbing, while she could only stare blankly at her father's pale, damaged face. William had jumped from a building, leaving her and Olivia behind. The Stafford family was left in ruins. The scene chan