With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

When the Past Was the Present

Death was both an ending and a beginning.

It was the end of a life, and a beginning of an afterlife, if a person believed in such a thing. It was the end of a person’s suffering, and the beginning of the loved ones’ sorrow.

Death was of mind, body, and soul. While the body perished, the mind was twisted with dark thoughts, and the soul was corrupted.

As a lawyer, Tiffany often saw coldblooded murderers get away from the blind eyes of the law. Time and time again, she would handle cases where the murderer would be set free by corrupt judges and powerful lawyers.

Despite being merely thirty-four years of age, Tiffany felt too old, felt like she had seen too much of the world’s harsh reality.

She didn’t really know why she chose now to go. Perhaps it was Catherine’s words, perhaps it was because she knew the end was coming, and she didn’t know if she would survive to see the end of it. Catherine was right; they were as deeply involved as Reini and Greg. Perhaps it was Catherine’s words, or maybe it was because no matter what happened, she wanted to be prepared.

No matter what the reason was, there was nothing she could do. She had already arrived, and she couldn’t go back.

Silver Pines Sanitarium was, for all intents and purposes, homey. To others, it looked like a normal house with its brown roof, its cream walls, and its white windows with clean white curtains inside, but to others like Tiffany, it was the house for people like her sister.

A small white fence surrounded the clean, manicured garden and backyard of the large building. A large apple tree was located at the corner, shiny red apples growing. Green bushes separated the garden from the white picket fence, and a dirt road was located on the other sides of the fence, leading to the back of the backyard where the white picket fence separated the backyard from the parking lot.

It was small, for a sanitarium, and wasn’t like the others, but that was fine. That was one of the primary reasons as to why Tiffany chose it in the first place. It was small, and it wasn’t that heard of. It only housed about ten to twenty patients, meaning the nurses paid more attention. The nurses at Silver Pine had more time to attend to their patients than the nurses at the bigger and more known sanitariums.

Tiffany exited her sleek silver car and closed it, clicking the lock button on the remote as she walked towards the direction of the house. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a bright yellow blouse with large orange buttons, and a pair of orange and yellow striped doll shoes. Her hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail, and she had on a tiny yellow backpack.

She walked to the front of the house, quietly opening the small white door of the white picket fence. It was eight in the morning, which meant that it was too early for patients to be allowed outside. She walked to the white double doors and knocked, smiling when the door opened to reveal a security guard in uniform.

The man was, to say the least, surprised. “Miss Willis! Good morning!”

Tiffany smiled, walking inside when the guard widened the door, a clear sign for her to go in. “Good morning, Tom.”

The man closed the door quietly. “I haven’t seen you in such a long time!”

Tiffany nodded slowly, her smile fading. “It’s been, what, four years?”

The guard nodded.

Tiffany sighed. “I’ve been very busy. I regret not visiting my sister more often, though.”