FINN
The mental health facility doesn’t look like the most accommodating place to get better. The white walls and the white tiles are imposing, the metal bars and the poker-faced guards intimidating.
“Do I really have to?” Zander asks his Aunt Fae, though he already looks resigned.
“Just for a few days, Z. Until we are sure you won’t harm yourself.”
Zander nods and buries his hands inside his kangaroo pockets. He looks even smaller than usual.
“We’ll visit every day,” Alex says. “You’ll feel better. I promise.”
One nurse came out, the guard swiping a card so he could pass.
“Everything’s ready,” the man says.
Zander hugs his mother and Alex. He looks at me with a forced smile. “Thanks for coming, Finn.”
I smile back as genuinely as I could. “Don’t have too much fun in there.”
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