427 He’s Right Here

He shook his head again.

Emily sighed. “You really need to start taking better care of yourself, and think about the people around you who worry about you. You’re not a child anymore—you shouldn’t be acting so recklessly.”

He nodded obediently, like a child acknowledging a reprimand.

Then, with his right hand still on the gearshift, he reached over and patted the back of her hand, gesturing forward with a nod for her to look ahead.

Not far ahead stood a seven or eight-story building, with a sign that read Mental Health Rehabilitation Center.

"A mental health facility?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.

He nodded.

"Logan Morgan is here?" she asked, her tone a mix of confusion and curiosity.

He nodded again.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, glancing at him for an answer.