"I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't mean to..." My voice trails off, and I start to get up. Amy grabs my arm, and says "Please, don't go." I sit back down a...d she snuggles in close. "Do you know why Jess made that comment?" I ask, hoping to get an idea why before I go talk to Jess. Amy nods. "It's because of me. Because of the way I.....the way I feel about you," she says. I let out a gasp of realization. "You mean you love me, as both a brother and a love interest?" I ask. She nods, and starts. They did not discover it, manufacture it, train it, invest in it, or any of the other reasons someone under contract might be held to a 'secrets act'.The judge also mentioned that he saw a predominance of governmental favoritism in the doctors' written evaluation to date. One was a question where I had been asked if I'd heard voices. I had responded that only when I thought I saw someone's mouth moving, or if I were in a setting where voices might be heard. The doctor had written, "Patient. ‘Linnea, do you really work with Michael?’ She plucked a blonde hair from her hand and stared at it. ‘Well, yes, of course,’ I prevaricated. I didn’t want to lie more than I had, but it seemed like a bad time to admit we were only friends. Stacey coiled the hair about a finger until it formed a little loop. ‘I was just wondering,’ she said, more casually, and surprised me by popping the hair into her mouth. She washed it down with another swig of her drink. ‘Yes, about two years now,’ I said,. Her scars and a few broken bones taught her to obey.Obedience had been forced, then enforced, until it was second nature. Fearwas an excellent teacher. She felt the straps being released from their strong hold on her body. Oneby one, the straps snapped away. She knew she couldn't walk, he had made certainof that by keeping her in the same position for three days, with just waterkeeping her alive. Her last morsel of food was the bits left on the chickenbones he had thrown her… five days ago. He.