Chapter 13 - Alice

Once, when Alice was a child, her little safe haven amid her mother's screams and punishments was the huge office in the west wing of the Dawsey mansion, which always smelled of lavender disinfectant and tobacco. Now, the only place she knew she would find any comfort was a sterile, white hospital room, so absurdly equipped that it could even be called a miniature house.

However, one thing between the two places, between the past and the future, had not changed.

The man stretched out on the bed in front of her at that moment.

“Alice.” Lucas Dawsey smiled broadly as soon as he saw her, his voice damaged from years of smoking and the oxygen tube connected to his nose “There you are, my dear.”

“It’s so good to see you, Grandpa.” she