I stopped right behind Gerald in the empty hallway, my eyes wide and filled with tears. I could not believe what was happening right now. Fabian had been a psychiatric patient? And...
I swallowed as Gerald turned to me, then let go of my hand. I looked up to him, and his fingers raked into his hair, his body stiff. I could see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he looked like he so desperately wanted to forget whatever would have caused it.
"I..." He trailed off, then shook his head. "If you want to back out of this now, I swear you can. I won't hold it against you."
I met his eyes. "Was...was Fabian really in a psychiatric hospital?"
He nodded slowly. "For a year."
"On what grounds?"
He swallowed, clenching his fists. "Irritable depression, major depressive disorder, and lypophrenia
