The doctors subjected me to electroshock therapy, session after session, until they'd nearly tortured me into the very madness they claimed to be treating.
When the treatments were over, I had almost nothing left. No rage, no grief, no will. I lay on the hospital bed like a husk, staring at nothing.
Then a faint signal chimed from the window.
I dragged myself off the bed, walked to the window with slow, steady steps, and looked down.
The instant I moved to jump, the door behind me swung open.
Ida walked in just in time to see me throw myself from the eighteenth floor.
Her pupils shrank to pinpoints. She lunged for the window, her hand clawing at empty air. "Roland! No!"
