At Asherway’s private mental institution garden, Jessica sat on her wheelchair with Belinda sitting opposite her. The light breeze carried with it the sweet smell of orchids. She could not help noticing how beautiful and happy Belinda looked compared to the last time they met when Mike introduced them. The middle aged woman seemed to know every resident there and spoke kind words to everyone who passed by.
“How are you doing?” Jessica asked.
“I know that you won’t believe this but I am happy here, more than I have been in my entire life,” Belinda responded with a melodic voice that could not be mistaken for anything else than joy.
Jessica smiled, really happy for her “I can tell, you are glowing.”
“You are not going to convince me to go back home?” Belinda asked, surprised. She thou
