Read her story: The voices had been bad that morning, angry and insistent, screaming through Justin's head. He sat behind the reception desk at Vincent House, swiveling in the chair, trying to concentrate on the phone he was supposed to be answering.
But the phone didn't ring. The quiet was too loud.
The voices kept shouting.
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