“I didn’t ask to be admitted to the ward,” I said.

Allison turned a page in her book so hard it nearly tore.

“You know how important early admissions is for our family, Hannah,” Allison said.

“I have a strict schedule to keep.”

Linda smoothed the front of her silk blouse and gave a perfectly practiced smile.

“Now, precious angel, your sister is just focused on her future,” Linda said.

“We all have our own roles to play in this family.”

I gripped the rubber wheels of my chair.