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Authors: Eva Pohler
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knocked on the door.
“Enter!” the doctor’s voice called out in her usual stiff and formal manner.
Cam opened the door to the chaotic room, which had a few more art pieces stacked on the floor right by the entryway. Daphne and Cam stepped around these and made their way to the desk overflowing with files, a small bronze bust, a golden medallion, two hand-painted plates, and the old-fashioned record player. The record player was propped open and was playing opera music at a low volume.
“Follow me,” the doctor said, removing the needle from the album. Then she led them through another door into a much larger, more orderly, room. Dr. Lee Reynolds sat behind a desk along one wall, and he nodded at them as they entered.
It was dark and cold, and the lights flickering from the enormous grid of monitors along the back wall gave the impression of walking into a lightning storm without sound or rain. As Daphne looked more carefully at the twenty-inch surveillance monitors lined up like a chess board, she began to recognize the places—the pool, the ballroom, the beach, the ancient oak tree, the pier at Willows Anchorage, Bowen Point, Laguna Beach, Christy Ranch, and—Daphne swallowed hard—the stream in Central Valley. With a sinking feeling, she realized the cameras had been trained on her the whole time she’d tried to drown herself.
“This is how Prospero knows everything that happens on this island,” Dr. Gray said with an air of grandeur. “There’s always someone here, watching. We want our patients to be safe, and we want the exercises to run smoothly.”
Daphne’s attention was caught by the sight of her parents entering their unit. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but could see the concern on their faces as they sat in the two striped chairs and put their feet up. Her father was complaining, probably about having to go to the ball, and her mother was rolling her eyes and barely tolerating it.
“What about privacy?” Daphne asked as her father unbuttoned the top of his pants to make himself more comfortable.
“Your modesty is sweet,” Dr. Gray replied. “But this is science. This is important work. There is no such thing as privacy when it comes to saving lives. This is surgery for the soul.”
Heat rushed full-force across Daphne’s cheeks as she thought of someone watching her and Brock. “Are these cameras in every unit?”
At that moment a door opened on the opposite wall of Dr. Reynolds, and Mary Ellen entered. “Excuse me. Am I interrupting?”
“I’ll call you back in a minute,” Hortense Gray said.
“Shall I step out, too, then?” Lee asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Hortense replied. “This won’t take long.”
Lee stepped out of a door behind his desk, which Daphne saw led to his office. So he, Mary Ellen, and Hortense all had offices leading to the surveillance room. Daphne wondered if Mary Ellen was also a psychologist of some kind.
When Daphne and Cam were left alone in the room with Hortense, the doctor said, “I sent for you because there is something I want you to see.”
“Oh?” Daphne noticed Brock diving into the pool.
“We have a new arrival. His name is Giovanni.”
“Cam mentioned him.”
Hortense Gray arched a brow and then glared at Cam. “Is that so?”
Daphne wished she hadn’t said anything. Now Cam was in trouble.
“I just told her that he arrived. I didn’t share any sensitive information.”
“I see.” Hortense pointed to one of the screens. “No matter. Look here. Put on these headphones and have a listen.”
A dozen headphones covered the desk in front of the computer monitors. Hortense put on a pair, and Daphne and Cam followed suit. The doctor pulled a switch, and sound came over the phones.
Giovanni sat on the chalky bluff, on the ground, across from Bridget, who bathed in the sun on her belly in her pink bikini. She tugged at a few weeds and twisted them in her fingers. The sun blazed down on them, and the wind
“Enter!” the doctor’s voice called out in her usual stiff and formal manner.
Cam opened the door to the chaotic room, which had a few more art pieces stacked on the floor right by the entryway. Daphne and Cam stepped around these and made their way to the desk overflowing with files, a small bronze bust, a golden medallion, two hand-painted plates, and the old-fashioned record player. The record player was propped open and was playing opera music at a low volume.
“Follow me,” the doctor said, removing the needle from the album. Then she led them through another door into a much larger, more orderly, room. Dr. Lee Reynolds sat behind a desk along one wall, and he nodded at them as they entered.
It was dark and cold, and the lights flickering from the enormous grid of monitors along the back wall gave the impression of walking into a lightning storm without sound or rain. As Daphne looked more carefully at the twenty-inch surveillance monitors lined up like a chess board, she began to recognize the places—the pool, the ballroom, the beach, the ancient oak tree, the pier at Willows Anchorage, Bowen Point, Laguna Beach, Christy Ranch, and—Daphne swallowed hard—the stream in Central Valley. With a sinking feeling, she realized the cameras had been trained on her the whole time she’d tried to drown herself.
“This is how Prospero knows everything that happens on this island,” Dr. Gray said with an air of grandeur. “There’s always someone here, watching. We want our patients to be safe, and we want the exercises to run smoothly.”
Daphne’s attention was caught by the sight of her parents entering their unit. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but could see the concern on their faces as they sat in the two striped chairs and put their feet up. Her father was complaining, probably about having to go to the ball, and her mother was rolling her eyes and barely tolerating it.
“What about privacy?” Daphne asked as her father unbuttoned the top of his pants to make himself more comfortable.
“Your modesty is sweet,” Dr. Gray replied. “But this is science. This is important work. There is no such thing as privacy when it comes to saving lives. This is surgery for the soul.”
Heat rushed full-force across Daphne’s cheeks as she thought of someone watching her and Brock. “Are these cameras in every unit?”
At that moment a door opened on the opposite wall of Dr. Reynolds, and Mary Ellen entered. “Excuse me. Am I interrupting?”
“I’ll call you back in a minute,” Hortense Gray said.
“Shall I step out, too, then?” Lee asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Hortense replied. “This won’t take long.”
Lee stepped out of a door behind his desk, which Daphne saw led to his office. So he, Mary Ellen, and Hortense all had offices leading to the surveillance room. Daphne wondered if Mary Ellen was also a psychologist of some kind.
When Daphne and Cam were left alone in the room with Hortense, the doctor said, “I sent for you because there is something I want you to see.”
“Oh?” Daphne noticed Brock diving into the pool.
“We have a new arrival. His name is Giovanni.”
“Cam mentioned him.”
Hortense Gray arched a brow and then glared at Cam. “Is that so?”
Daphne wished she hadn’t said anything. Now Cam was in trouble.
“I just told her that he arrived. I didn’t share any sensitive information.”
“I see.” Hortense pointed to one of the screens. “No matter. Look here. Put on these headphones and have a listen.”
A dozen headphones covered the desk in front of the computer monitors. Hortense put on a pair, and Daphne and Cam followed suit. The doctor pulled a switch, and sound came over the phones.
Giovanni sat on the chalky bluff, on the ground, across from Bridget, who bathed in the sun on her belly in her pink bikini. She tugged at a few weeds and twisted them in her fingers. The sun blazed down on them, and the wind
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