In the months that followed, I was consumed by business, busy during the day, and lost in thought with Viola's photos on my phone at night, but I had no longer received any care and greetings from my girl.
One day, I received a call from the hospital, saying that Belle had been very unstable recently, so I took a day off to visit her.
By the time we met, Belle was being dragged around by other patients like a toy, and when she saw me, she clung to me as if I were her last hope. "Phil, please get me out of here. They're terrifying. Some get up in the night to sharpen their knives, and when I wake up, they're smiling at me with the knives right next to me."
I turned away in disdain, and Dean Noel, witnessing this, signaled for a few nurses to escort her away.
Watching Belle's humiliated
