The next day, my rent car pulled up in front of Springfield Hills Home. I walked in the front door, and was met by the woman I had spoken to on the phone.
“Kailey Mumm,” she asked she approached me, with her hand extended. “I’m Lisa Collel.” I shook her hand. “Hannah woke up with a few health issues this morning.”
“Is she okay?”
I was concerned she wouldn’t be up to talking, and I would have come for nothing.
“Oh, she’s fine. I think she’s trying to fight off a cold.”
“How’s her mind?”
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