Gwen Hayes
I don’t know how she found me here, but I’m glad she did. River Oaks is not the most well-known of places, and I don’t get many visitors these days. In fact, I don’t get any at all. Not a one. Until she showed up.
“You don’t seem like you belong in a mental hospital,” she said. She was direct right out of the gate, and I appreciated that about her. Honesty is not common in a place like this.
“Well, you can be sick and not look it,” I replied with a smile. “And they don’t really call them that anymore. It’s no different than if I had a physical illness. At least, that’s what the shrinks say.”
“I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“Nah,” I reassured her with the wave of my hand. “Actually, I’m glad you came,” I said, and I meant it. “When your brain breaks, people forget about you.”
