Lorenzo and I arrive at the mental hospital and I feel uneasy.
“She’s ready to see you two.” One of the receptionist tells us as we wait in the lobby.
“Do we really have to do this?” I ask him and he draws soothing circles over my hand.
“This is how we move on Nala. It’s important.”
I nod and sigh.
“Fine but let’s make this quick because that calzone we had at the pizzeria is moving its way through the chambers fast,” I warn him and he chuckles.
“Same.” He admits as the receptionist leads us through a room that smells like rubbing alcohol. And I see Liani dressed casually, sitting on a blue couch with a worried smile on her face.
“Hello, Lorenzo, Nala.” She says nervously and the receptionist tells us to take a seat and to call her if we need her.
Lorenzo POV:
“Laini, how are you?
