The Ashes of My Sanity

Summary

On the very day I was discharged from the psychiatric facility, my husband, Victor Vance, dropped a bombshell without any warning:

"The day Chloe ran over your mother, I was the one who hired the defense attorney for her."

My father, the most elite surgeon in Boston, was driving the car. He added with chilling indifference:

"And I personally forged your psychiatric records."

During three years of torture in that asylum, not a single moment went by without me remembering the horrific sight of my mother being crushed beneath Chloe’s car.