Bond [London Brown #4]

"Let me go."

I released her to slowly wedging her between the wall and myself. "Not an option."

She stopped. "I need to be admitted."

"Absolutely not." Within, I drew further away as though I watched rather than participated in our discussion.

"Yes." She crossed her arms, clinging to the coat and leaned against the wall.

I shook my head. "No." There was no possible way I'd allow it.

The skin beneath her eyes had swollen from crying.

"Why not?" She formed a pout.

Over my studies, I'd come across a number of psychiatrists, but there was only one I could think of to ask for advice in this situation. "Not unless I can trust the person you are in the care of."

"It's not up to you," she sniffled.

"Yes, it is," I said.

She shook her head with her gaze cast down. A sign of her resolve fading.