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Chapter Seven

Phoebe

It was strange to be riding beside him in the car that had hit me without the lingering resentment I’d felt when he drove me to his house. I directed him to make the last turn, and he drew up to the magnificent iron gates of Berkshire. It looked like a quaint English manor home, complete with rolling green hills and the ornate fence around the property. When I considered the fence was there to keep the people in the walls from escaping so they wouldn’t hurt themselves, it wasn’t so cheerful.

He seemed confused about why we were there, but he gave my name to the attendant and pulled up the long driveway. When he reached the visitor parking lot, I hopped out without waiting for him. “I’ll be back shortly.” I rushed inside, at least as much as I could rush with my battered body, not wanting him to know too much about my errand.

I entered the main office, and the receptionist gave me a sour look. In the twelve years my sister had been a resident of Berkshire, I don’t