VICKY4 YEARS LATER. I drag my suitcase up the stairs, huffing and puffing like a damaged train or something. I guess it's my fault for still not knowing how to pack accordingly. When I stop at the entrance, I take a second to admire the view. "Petals Wellness Center". It's basically a mental hospital but nobody wants to call it that. Owen had suggested me volunteering here after I graduated. I don't know why he did, but I agreed, and I'll be here for six months. There's a huge mahogany desk taking up most of the space in the waiting room. I walk past a few chairs inconveniently placed at the entrance and smile at the nurse who returns it. Guess this place isn't as miserable as I thought. "Hi, I'm Victor Andrez. I'm the one you spoke to on the phone earlier, concerning volunteering."Her smile only brightens. "Oh yes, Victor. I'll call someone to take you up to your room. I'll let you settle in today, but there'll be an orientation later in the day. Please sit and wait." She poin
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