C149 THE REAL CRAZINESS.

The bathroom was a cramped, dreary space—barely enough to fit Brandon, let alone another person. It was tidy, yes, stocked with all the necessary toiletries, but it lacked warmth. It felt like a prison, much like everything else Penelope had given him. Except, this wasn’t just a prison for his body—it was one for his mind.

Brandon stepped out