Ward D

by Freida McFadden

I snort. “You know, that little girl was telling me I should take it. Can you believe that?” Jade pulls the shirt out from her bag and holds it up, admiring the glittery lettering on the front. “What little girl?” “The little blond girl who was standing next to me.” “I didn’t see a little blond girl standing next to you. What are you talking about, Amy?”

After all, there’s nothing worse than losing your mind.