My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”

That frightened me more than tears would have.

PART 3 — THE FIRST HOSPITAL MORNING

On the seventh morning, Dr.

Gable stood beside her bed studying the chart.

“We’re still ruling out several possibilities.”

I opened my notebook.

“Then why isn’t she improving?”

“Laura.”

“I’m asking a question.”

“And I’m answering honestly.”