Sherman Psychiatric Hospital.
A psychiatric hospital?
Were we here to see his mother?
I looked at Easton, intending to ask him, but he looked just as pale and nervous as I felt.
This would be the first time he visited his mother, but...
Why me?
After finding a place to park the car, Easton turned off the engine but didn’t get out.
“Are you sure about this?” I finally asked him.
“I don’t know, but... it’s something I have to do sooner or later.”
I nodded gently.
We both got out of the car and then headed toward the hospital entrance.
At the reception desk, a short, plump woman adjusted her enormous glasses when she saw us.
“How can I help you?” she asked rather brusquely.
“We’re here to see someone,” Easton replied.
“What is the name of the person you’re visiting?”
“Isabella
