Roxbury, Sunday

I wedged myself up against my door, straining to hear what Mom and Dad were saying. Besides a few loud sobs from Mom and the occasional stern use of her name by Dad, they kept to hushed tones. The phone rang a few times, but even then all I could hear was Dad’s muffled voice, which sounded relaxed and formal. Must be work-related.

I waited.

When it was clear I wasn’t going to overhear anything, I lay back on my bed and started to rehearse all the things I was going to tell them, carefully selecting the examples I’d use to help them understand. It wasn’t going to be easy. I’d had my whole life, twice over, to come to terms with this existence and I still didn’t fully understand. Plus, I’d seen Mom’s face when I told them I had another family … That was not going to be a pleasant conversation. I decided to keep the details as vague as possible for now. There was also the money issue; Dad wouldn’t like that. But I couldn’t help the small bubble of excited anticipation. I was finally telling someone.

I waited.

Dad would come and get me. I hoped that when he did, we’d get a few minutes alone together and he’d bring me up to speed on how Mom was taking it all.

I waited.

It seemed like the whole day passed, several hours at least.

It was quiet. I’d run out of theories and practice speeches and had started to wonder if they were still even out there. I was about to go looking for them when I heard a knock downstairs at the front door.

A stern knock. Three life-changing thuds.

I wasn’t sure exactly why, but my stomach flipped and I started instinctively backing away from my bedroom door.

I hadn’t even made it to the window when Dad opened the door and held it there for the man and woman who walked in. Our family doctor followed, standing beside Dad.

The bed was between them and me – and since my bedroom basically only fit the bed, the situation became instantly defensive. I could see the man and woman calculating how they were going to close the distance.

These people were not my friends.

These people were my worst nightmare.

‘Sabine,’ my father – no longer Dad – said in a low commanding voice. ‘Sabine, we are trying to help you. These nurses are here to help.’

They held their hands in front of them – reminding me of the way Dex had approached me the night before – like I was a wild animal. In that moment, that’s exactly what I felt like.

Trapped.

My eyes darted from the door, to the bed, to the people trying to entrap me, to my window. But I was cornered. My father and I both knew it.

‘It’s okay,’ he told the man and woman. They were dressed in white slacks and jackets, not unlike the drugstore uniforms.

The air left my lungs. I knew what was coming next. ‘The window is jammed shut,’ he said.

Bastard.

I glared at my father, overcome with fury. ‘How could you do this to me? Oh, I get it. This isn’t about me at all – you just want the problem to go away!’ I screamed.

‘Sabine,’ the woman said in a deliberately calming tone. Her mouse-brown hair was tightly braided, highlighting her overly blushed cheeks. She sent me a fake smile, like the two of us had friend potential. I stared back at her with a ‘don’t fake a faker bitch’ look. She looked away first. A small victory, but it wasn’t going to last long. I was boxed in.

‘You’re not well, Sabine,’ my father said. ‘Your mother is petrified with worry. She needs you to get help. Dr Meadows has come here as a special favour – he has a doctor he would like you to see at the clinic. He’s going to fit you in immediately. They’re going to make you better. Please, don’t make a scene.’ His look added the line he didn’t say aloud: They’re taking you either way.

The man and woman took another sly step in my direction, the tall man with the buzz cut leading the way around the base of the bed. I was up against the wall, nowhere to go.

I couldn’t stop shaking my head. I felt so betrayed. ‘Did you ever consider it? Even for a second as you nodded me on earlier? Did you even listen to what I said?’

‘Oh, I listened, Sabine. That’s why I’ve been forced to get you help. You’re suffering from delusions. You are clearly a danger to yourself, and possibly others. If you’re asking whether I, at any moment, considered it possible that my daughter is living an alternate life, then the answer is no.’

They took another step.

My heart was racing, my pulse thumping in my neck.

‘So you’re just going to lock me up?’

My father sighed, impatient with me. ‘If that’s what I have to do until you are well, yes.’

‘You can’t! I’m eighteen!’ I didn’t add that if you took my other life into account, I was almost as old as him.

‘You are a threat to yourself,’ my father said, his words snappy with a combination of embarrassment and disappointment. ‘The state has been awarded control of your health until you are well again.’

All those phone calls.

Desperate, I leapt onto the bed, thinking that if I could get to the other side I might have a chance at pushing past my father and Dr Meadows.

But the male nurse had anticipated the move. He was on me mid-jump, slamming me onto the bed, keeping me down as I struggled.

Dr Meadows moved further into the room. ‘Sabine. We’re here to help. Please, let us help,’ he said.

The woman dashed around to the side of the bed and went for my arms. But as she grappled with my cast, I leveraged against the mattress, bucked my body and kicked the guy in the face.

He stumbled back, and the woman’s grip loosened as her attention focused on him. I used the advantage, ripping my arms from her hold and pushing her back a few steps. I bounded off the bed, past Dr Meadows, who didn’t try to stop me, and straight into my father, who instantly grabbed my upper arms, his right hand squeezing hard on the cut he knew was there. I couldn’t hold back the cry of pain. He ignored me and simply manoeuvred me into a reverse bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides.

It hurt in so many ways. I sagged in his arms.

Nurse guy staggered back to his feet, blood dripping down his face. I’d gotten my foot right in his nose. The woman had righted herself too. She was no longer bothering with the ‘we can be friends’ look. She’d moved on to a big-ass syringe and a look that said: I’m gonna enjoy this.

‘I warned you she might be violent,’ my father said, ignoring my attempts to struggle against his tight hold.

‘Yes,’ Nurse guy replied flatly. ‘I suggest we sedate her now.’

‘But Dr Levi was going to see her immediately,’ my father argued.

Nurse guy used the edge of his white jacket to wipe the blood off his face and stared at Dr Meadows, who took his cue and turned to my father. ‘I think it would be best for all involved if we could get her safely to the clinic. It’s a fast-working sedative, but it won’t last too long.’ He waited for my father’s approval.

‘Mom!’ I screamed.

‘Sedate her,’ my father said quickly.

‘Mom!’ I screamed again.

She came into the hall, but stayed at the far end, leaning against the wall as if she needed the support. She was crying, covering her face with her hands.

‘Why didn’t you tell us you were so unhappy?’ she said in a broken tone. ‘How long, Sabine? How long have you been having these thoughts?’

‘Mom, I swear to you, I’m not crazy. Make them stop. I’ll explain. I’ll … I can prove it to you!’

‘Hurry up,’ my father pushed. I twisted my head and shot him a look of pure hate. Nurse guy moved in to help hold me still. I’d endured being a kid for so much longer than any normal person – endured the rules, curfews, judgment – but this … this was demoralising in the extreme.

‘You need to listen to me! God, just for once stop thinking about yourselves and listen!’

I could hear Mom’s gasp from the other end of the hall, but she said nothing and made no move to help me.

I shook my head. It was hopeless. ‘I never should’ve told you,’ I said brokenly.

I jolted one last time against my father, trying more to hurt him than free myself and then glared at my mother.

‘I should’ve just done it!’

No one missed the meaning. It even surprised me.

‘Would you get on with it!’ my father snapped at the woman. To me he simply said, ‘You’ll thank us for this one day.’

The woman moved towards me. Some of the earlier hate in her eyes had gone and was replaced by something much worse. Sympathy. It got my back up.

‘Don’t feel left out,’ I sneered at her. ‘I promise to give your face the same makeover as his.’ I glanced at her colleague who was still dabbing at the blood coming from his nose.

Her eyes narrowed, her compassion quickly dissolving. The needle went into my arm and in seconds everything began to blur.

It was a bitter realisation: the confirmation that for all these years, living my lives in secret and solitude, I’d been right not to trust them with the truth. But that wasn’t the only thought that catapulted into my mind as consciousness began to fade.

What have I done?

The last plea that fell from my lips was heavy and slurred. ‘Don’t … tell … Maddie.’