C182 I'm Giving You Back Your Freedom

He looked like he was begging me, not trying to hurt me.

I squeezed the covers and looked at him, saying nothing.

As long as he didn't hurt my child, I didn't want to talk to anyone.

But he was also distracted enough to make up an identity as a psychiatrist. I remember that he was not a brain surgeon, and he even wanted to open my mind.

"Then I can tell you to be safe." he asked