“You are completely clear, Grace,” she said. “No drugs, no alcohol, no unprescribed medication in your system.”

I let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension in my shoulders releasing slightly.

“Can you put that in writing for the court?” Leo asked, stepping toward her.

“I have already signed off on the official lab report,” Dr. Chen said. “The nurse is printing a certified copy for your records right now.”

“Thank God,” Leo muttered, rubbing his temples.

“It helps us,” Marcus’s voice came from the phone on the bedside table. “But it doesn’t solve the psychosis allegation.”

“Why not?” I asked. “If my blood is clean, doesn’t that prove I’m stable?”

“A clean drug screen doesn’t disprove a psychological diagnosis,” Marcus explained. “Vance will argue that the psychosis is chemical-free and therefore more unpredictable.”

“But the document is forged,” Leo insisted.

“We have to prove that in court, Leo,” Marcus said. “And right now, it’s our word against a notarized state document.”

Marcus hung up after promising to meet us at the courthouse at eight the next morning.

The room fell silent, save for the steady beep of my heart monitor.