“Do you have to go?”
Well, I guess I could’ve ignored the mandate. Or sent a decoy to go in my place and hid in Darcy’s room. I could’ve even taken my case to court and fought to keep both my daughter and my home.
But all I did was stroke Darcy’s head and say “Sorry, kiddo” before the escorts led me to the train.
“Who were you just talking to?” one asked me gruffly.
“My daughter,” I said.
The sanitarium was dirtier than I imagined. “Watch this one,” the escort told somebody. “He talks to people who aren’t there.”
Drew Martyn 7 months ago
I like the mundane detail "dirtier than I imagined" before the twist at the end, gives it that little extra edge I think. Nice one again Beck :)