I looked down. “I…had a mental-health crisis and thought it would be best to get out of the city for a while.”
“Pardon my ignorance, but I’m not sure what that means. A mental-health crisis?”
“Basically, I had a nervous breakdown. Everything has a new term these days, doesn’t it?”
Opal reached out and covered my hand with hers. “I’m so sorry. Are you feeling okay now?”
I smiled sadly. “I am. I spent a month in an inpatient facility getting treatment. When I got out, I went home to a pile of mail waiting for me in my apartment. One was a letter from the real estate agent who had been collecting rent from the woman renting my dad’s old house. She said Mrs. Wollman had moved out. I didn’t feel ready to go back to work yet, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get out of the city a
