Chapter 15
Life is like a snow globe, often it’s prettiest
AFTER it’s been turned up-side down.
Six months later
Theo carefully penned the letters into the crossword puzzle he was solving sitting in one of the common rooms at Rosemary Psychiatric Hospital. There were always staff present, but for the most part he was alone, hardly ever saw any of the other inmates…or patients or whatever they were called. He guessed it was the staff’s doing.
The sun was shining. Disgusting heat and green lawns met him on the few occasions he went out into the walled-in garden or onto the concrete balcony—accompanied by someone on the staff, of course. Gone was the snow, the beautiful ice, and gone was his Dylan. Or probably not gone, but he hadn’t seen him since the police had taken him away.
“How
