![]() ![]() Some doctor from Eastern State, who forgot to sign his name, had made a note that this was one of the worst cases of depression he’d ever tried to treat—it was no doubt a major cause of the amnesia. McDevitt glanced across the scanty medical report. McDevitt thought he discerned a small flinch in Jamie’s posture, but there was no change in tone, as he said, “No.â€?ĭr. ![]() Do you remember working for Grenville Hawkes, back in Hawkes Harbor?â€?ĭr. €œYou used to work for him—he wanted to make sure you received the best treatment. €œGrenville Hawkes asked that you be placed here. ![]() McDevitt was sure it had set his progress back for weeks. And the brutal way he had been transferred here. After all, he only recently could remember his name. Right now the young man probably couldn’t tell one place from another. McDevitt wasn’t insulted at Jamie’s shrug, implying a well-run sanitarium wasn’t any better than that state institutional hellhole, Eastern State, where he’d been for the last few months. ![]() €œIt’s okay,â€? Jamie answered, not looking up.ĭr. A small, well-built young man who might have been handsome had it not been for his gauntness, the listlessness of his posture, the shadows around his shifting eyes. McDevitt looked at the young man seated in front of his desk. €œSo, Jamie, you’ve had a few weeks to adjust to Terrace View. ![]()
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