October 17, 1979
I have secured the building for my practice. I have crews coming next week to start renovating. I also confirmed the abandoned house outside of Johnsonville. I can get away with leaving it as is. It won't be for temporary patients so it shouldn't be a problem.
The house is perfect. It is secluded with a beaten path entrance. It is unmapped and undocumented. There is a storm cellar entrance in the back, and it must have twenty bedrooms. I only looked for a few minutes. I'll have to check back and make sure there are no drifters taking residence. Fortunately, they would also be undocumented.
I have two hospitals in line for placement. I think working for Byberry would be a chance to explore my passion. That would also be the preferred choice in the eyes of my family.
They still have a haunting power over me. I can clearly imagine my grandparents cheering for me when I complete a goal. My father's voice will never be replaced. His defiant attitude and abusive nature were all he had known as a young man.
Even so, after I watched him stab my mother to death. He was a murderer in my eyes. He hid Hazel's demise. I wanted to believe that he would never hurt her. He was a monster.
Every so often, my hairs stand on end. Goosebumps crawl along every inch of my body. I sometimes think Warren is still in the basement. I have only cowered in the closet twice when that sensation struck me.
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