Chapter 25
Words : 1376
Updated : Nov 3rd, 2020
Doctor Sanders told me from our last meeting that dealing with patients who suffered from dissociative identity disorder, or DID, was going to be tricky. I'd never know which identity would come forth, which was why I shouldn't stress myself regarding the changes. In our case, Blaze was always the one who would greet me early in the morning.
When the clock hit seven, she'd stroll inside the kitchen, sometimes whistling to herself, other times singing a song she invented. When it came to her...
— Locked Chapter —
Continue to read this book on the APP
Comments (0)