"Sarah," Beverly chastises, effortlessly silencing the defiant teenager."I know someone who can help you, and she's NHS so she can help youwithout you...having to pay. You just need a referral from your GP." I-I can't talk to my doctor," I complain, panic rising in my chest."He'd tell my parents, he'd-" Hello?" Sarah interrupts. "Doctor-patient confidentiality?" That's right," Beverly confirms. "I can almost guarantee you won't bethe first transgendered person your GP will have seen, and probably. She wasn'tmoving, and that scared me. I hadn't known what killing a kid would feellike, but I hated it. I ran over to her, and felt for a pulse. I couldn'thelp myself. Instead of running, I went to her, and started CPR. Ididn't want a kid's blood on my head.Then I heard a shout behind me. I stood up and turned around when a voicesaid, "Get the hell away from my daughter," and I was blasted against thewall by some kind of force. As I lapsed into unconciousness, I saw thatit was the Mom. . When can you have him here?”Schuler took it from there. “Detective Haldeman, as you can well appreciate, Anton Balan is in a very fragile state at this point. Surely you understand how risky it would be to the boy’s emotional health to subject him to any interrogation, so I have to ask; based on the evidence you have now, do you intend to charge my client with a crime?”Haldeman knew Schuler had him in a corner. “Based on what I have now, no, because everything is circumstantial; well, that and. I thought I heard my wife’s voice and sure enough she was talking to one of her high school friends who also worked at the funeral home. I heard my wife say, “How long afterwards before, you know.”I leaned over to take a sip of water from the water fountain that was located between the restroom and the office. The next thing I heard was my wife’s friend say, “It was a long time about eight years.”My wife said, “Really.”Her girlfriend responded, “It was really hard just to kiss another man.”I.