The thing is, since then, I have gone out of my way to be a nicer and friendlier person and I feel like I've been horribly rejected. It's one thing to...not be friends with someone because you don't try to, but it's another thing altogether to try and know that you are not liked." I know. I see it all the time. People don't talk to me at all about you anymore because they know you and I are together. I think I know what the deal is, though. People are naturally paranoid that you are being fake or. "Anybody in there?" Tamara asked softly."Uh ... yeah, yeah ... lemme ... gimme a few minutes..." Nicki, are you okay?" Yeah ... no ... no, I'm not." Can I come in?" I guess."Tamara closed the door behind her and moved past Nicki to sit on the edge of the tub."So, what's not good right now?" I ... I guess ... it's all well and good," Nicki finally stammered out, "to be brave and talk about writing your own fairy tale and making your own life ... all that. It's another thing when it's time to. Mitch could see that clearly, even with the remaining bandages. He reached into his pocket and took out the driver's license. He looked at the picture on it. Now that the bandages were mostly off, the man was plainly recognizable. On impulse he handed the license to the suspect.The man took it and stared at it."Is this me?" he asked. There was a hollowness in his voice that Mitch was sure would be impossible to fake."Seems to be," he said."Kristoff..." The man stared. "Kristoff," he said again.. "Dr Rachel Ruiz. I believe you spoke to my boss about a paediatricpsychiatrist assisting in a difficult case?" Thank you for coming. Please shut the door and take a seat. The case issubject to a judicial gagging order to help protect the child. What youhear about the case mustn't be discussed without authority especiallynot with the press." I never discuss cases," replied Rachel in a hurt tone. "It isn'tethical and I resent you questioning my professionalism." Sorry that I didn't phrase it very.