Sue realized she needed treatment, professional help, or she’d lose her mind, the pressure of grief unraveling her more than she felt she could bear. Rest, along with seclusion, would put her back on track before the overwhelming stress she’d suffered shattered her wits.
“Take me to Glenn Dale,” she told Jake.
Rather than go to St. Elizabeth’s, she checked into the Glenn Dale in PG County, once the prestigious mental sanitarium for the District, but now fallen on harder times. More seclusion and less visibility rather than status because the press and her adversaries in the public would find it harder to locate her in the latter than the former.
Also, she felt she must go to treatment; she had no other recourse, the events of Caleb’s death too brutal for any normal person to witness, he
