Chapter Twenty
PETER’S POV I woke up early and I checked on the kids and Martha, she didn’t sleep in the room with me last night and I understand that she’s mad and exhausted from all of this but I promise that I’ll get to the bottom of this no sooner than later. I drove down to saint john’s psychiatric hospital and I sighed as I stopped in the parking lot, “you can do this, for the family” I assured myself before I unbuckled my seat belt and I got down from the car I haven’t stepped foot in a mental asylum since I was twelve when my dad was locked in here for almost losing his mind to cocaine addiction but he’s better now and I thank God. I walked in and towards the nurse by the counter, “um-Good- good afternoon” I stammered and she raised her head up to look at me “Good afternoon, how may I help
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