"So you're a believer then?" The white-coated doctor asked, reffering to the silver پار, صلیب hanging on her necklace.
She instinctivly reached up to touch it, and she nodded. "I used to be." Her empty, hopeless eyes darted away from their fizex spot towards the window for the first time since her entrance, to his face. "But I gave up on him some time ago."
"You can't blame God for what's happened to you, Hayley." He chidded in a much dissapointed tone.
"Can I go now?"
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