Jacob and Karma teleported to a parking lot in front of the George A. Zeller Mental Health Center in Peoria, Illinois.
A cluster of blocky brown brick buildings stood before them. They were sturdy and solid, devoid of any aesthetics, as if permanently stuck in a past with no art, no beauty, no joy.
Jacob’s heart sank in his chest at the thought of his mother living here. Or anyone.
It didn’t look like a place of healing to him. At least, not the kind he knew and practiced. How could anyone get better here?
Karma pointed toward a large central building, its bricks arranged in a patchwork mosaic of browns. “Let’s go see what we can find out.”
She tugged him down the sidewalk and past the landscaped grounds toward the office. They stepped inside and approached a large, well-worn receptio
