ILANA
Devastated by the bad news I just heard, I fell to my knees. Tears welled up in my eyes and flooded my cheeks; my wails may have reached many ears of the people in my surroundings for their pitiful gaze anchored on me.
I used my palms to cover my cry while staggering up to my feet as the taxi I booked had arrived. After brushing my tears, I hurried to the taxi and slipped inside it, heading to the mental hospital where my mother was hospitalized according to the detective I hired.
As soon as the cab dropped at the gateway to the quiet tall building, I followed my foot's lead toward the information center to ask about my mother after paying the fare to the taxi driver. Going through a long path upon crossing the front yard of the edifice, I got to the western lobby of the hospital
