What Lies Beneath The Clearing

12.4

"Hey." He went over to her, taking a knee in front of her. 

She hadn't even noticed him until he was directly in front of her. 

"You came back." She looked relieved to see him. 

"Yeah, of course. I told you I'd be back as soon as I was done with work." He smiled reassuringly, but Lennox's expression didn't change. 

"What happened? Len? Why are you in the psych ward?" He asked carefully. 

She sighed. "I told my dad Jay. About everything."

Lennox's eyes were fixed on the ground just passed Jay's shoulder, even as she spoke. His face dropped as she realised what had happened. Her dad had thought she was so out of her mind that he'd had no choice but to admit her for psychiatric help. 

"He doesn't think I'm crazy. That's not why he put me here." She shook her head, almost reading Jay's mind. 

He frowned. "Then why?" 

"Because I told him about my dream. He could believe everything else, but not my dream. Because it was about mom. I told him that I didn't think it was a dream, that there was a connection between mom and the manor. He said it was impossible, said that my dream was my mind's way of telling me I'd never gotten over her disappearance. So he admitted me, to get the help he thinks I need. Therapy, to deal with what happened." 

Her saw her eyes glisten in the tears from the tears filling her lash line, so he took her hand and shifted closer to her. 

"But you told him the truth. That's a good thing." 

"He thinks I'm crazy." 

"Sweetie he doesn't think that, you said it yourself that's not why you're in here." 

"But he won't let me leave until I get help." 

"I'll talk to him." "I don't need help," 

"I know." 

"I'm not insane Jay," 

"I know," 

"I swear I'm not insane." 

"I know you're not, Lennox I believe you."