The Misfit Inn
"He hasn't been able to read since the overdose. We read to him, but I don't know how much he really takes in anymore. I just think how much he would've loved this place before and knowing he can't truly enjoy it now, I just...it's unbearably sad."
In contrast to her words, she fixed a smile on her face and pulled open the door. The big room was lined with bookcases that stretched all the way to the top of the vaulted ceiling. Huge picture windows looked out over more of the grounds, and there were groupings of comfortable chairs and couches, tables and chairs. The only patrons seemed to be a man in a wheelchair wearing headphones and a woman who sat knitting beside him. Athena strode straig
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