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VIGNETTE opens on an close up of Sheila's face, as she staggers down the road. The nineteen-yr-older doll looks perplexed. Her face is sweat-soaked. Her clothes are humid and liberate, suspending off her puny framework, and she is clutching a bundle rigidly against her pecs. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, cautiously places the bundle inbetween some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM'S EYE angle flashes her gawping down at it. She leisurely begins to sob. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and ambles off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a dude steps out and catches her. Astonished, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off sans telling a word, wiping the framework and leaving the guy to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He ambles around the back to take sight and, after a moment, lets out a groan. Close up of Sheila sitting stone-met. She is manacled to a tabouret while a police officer stands noiselessly behind her. A well-clad boy comes in the bedroom and approaches her. Putting his palm on her shoulder, he tells the officer to eliminate the handcuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the dude leisurely liquidates his seize and sits down on a tabouret opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the guy asks if she knows who he is. She has no answer. The guy presents himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she proceeds to be peaceful, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to stash her response, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his tabouret a tiny closer. He tells her that she has been charged with tried homicide and, since she is nineteen-years-aged, she is going to be attempted as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is attempting to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this sesh. The psychiatrist's role will be to probe her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the barely legal evidence that her attorney is expecting for -- proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the action. He asks if she knows the difference inbetween willfull and involuntary? Turning to face him for the very first time, she says blankly 'Yes, I know the difference highly well.' Perceiving her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his tabouret and smirks. 'Involuntary is an unintential activity committed by someone who has no spite or fury and no intention to cause damage.' He speaks condescendingly. 'It is highly difficult to prove, notably in this kind of case, as I'm sure you know. But that's why we're here today ... so, why don't we commence by you saying me what happened.' Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell eats his lips. 'How exactly did you get preggie?' He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. 'Was it one of the guys from your college?' He asks, glancing at his notes. 'Oh wait ... you don't go to college. You haven't gone to college since ....' Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she's homeschooled. Ambling around her, Dr. Powell asks her to sophisticated -- what was it like to be trained by your parents instead of a normal educator? Did it make you perceive secluded to be away from other kids? Sheila gazes down at her soles and tells him she wasn't trained by her parents. She was trained by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops ambling. He eats his lips again, attempting to contain the grin forming on his face. 'Was your parent a stringent educator?' He asks. Sheila looks up at him. 'My poppa is everything.' She replies and starts to sob.
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