Chapter Twenty-Nine
S A S H A I could feel my heart on my sleeve as I ran through the white, eerily-santized walls. My throat was dry. My eyes were wet. I could almost feel the horror of losing my only child, clawing in the back of my mind. But my heart still believed that she was still here. I can feel it. I know she's safe. Even though the thought frightens me, I know that my child is not yet gone. She promised she won't leave without my permission. Literally. I saw the door. The door with the number 818. Behind those walls are my daughter and friends. It was probably a good thing to know she was still in admission, though not by much. It was still meant that she can still recover. I sucked in a breath as the other pair of footsteps stopped behind me, I knew then that Shay finally caught up. Shay. I ca
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