I walked into the asylum the next day to check on my mother. Before I left the packhouse, Roselyn reiterated that I needed to be home before the party for Ambriel starts this afternoon. She wants every single member of the pack to be there. So, I came here early. I would not be surprised if Mom is still sleeping right now.
“Good morning, Miss Garner,” Shiva, the receptionist, greeted me with a wide smile. I smiled back at her before opening the logbook of visitors. “You’re early today,” she commented.
I chuckled. “Yes. I have to visit her early because I have an event this afternoon,” I replied as I grabbed the pen. I was about to start writing when a name intrigued me.
Priscilla Youngstown.
Her name is listed under Mom’s visitors. She visited yesterday at five in the afternoon, whe
