Alexandria
I sat quietly perched on the chair opposite Dr. Miller's desk at Magnolia Woods. Though Alton was in the chair beside me, I occupied my time with taking in the surroundings. The office was large for an institution; however, I'd venture to guess that at one time it had been a home, a grand Georgia mansion. The dark oak paneling gave a warm yet regal feel and the large windows, unblocked by drapes, looked out upon the lush, scenic grounds.
It was supposedly the best private facility in the state. According to the brochure I'd taken from the reception area, many clients came from out of state and even internationally to experience the skilled and caring staff as well as the luxurious surroundings. Even now out on the lawn were many clients, walking the paths through the gardens and enjoying the mild autumn air and sunshine.
If only Momma could be one of them.
She wasn't.