Chapter 67

Life wasn't as they portrayed in cartoons. Birds wouldn't swoop in to save us when we were in trouble. There were no wicked witches to poison us with apples. If there was, it would be our minds playing tricks on us in the form of anxiety. And there was definitely no Prince Charming or Knight in Shining Armor. There was only me in a black sweater, faded jeans, and beat up boots, trying to figure out how to retrieve my girl's lost past. I've scratched the Holy Angels institution off the list....