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Author: Noura writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-29 19:39:32

Schaffer circled like a shark.

"Let's talk about your mental health, Ms. Winters. You're currently being treated for PTSD?"

I gripped the armrest. Breathing. Four-seven-eight.

"Yes."

"And you've had what you call panic attacks?"

"Yes."

"You take medication?"

"Yes."

"So your mental state is fragile?"

I looked at the jury. "My mental state is healing. There's a difference."

Schaffer smiled. "Is there?"

He walked closer. "You've testified you have nightmares. Flashbacks. Memory issues?"

"That's PT
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