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luggage to her room on the first day.
    “Hart , take five outside,” Dr. Jon said standing up. It was his job to keep everyone in order and he wasn’t doing such a good job at the moment. “Everyone else back to your rooms or go to the leisure room.”
    Elle carefully stepped around the still flailing Cadence and headed for the door. The place was becoming a nuthouse more and more. Hart punched the door to the patio open easily beating her out of the meeting room. She turned on her heels and squeezed through the door before it shut and took a seat out on the patio.
    “You were kind of mean. I don’t blame her for flipping out.” Elle stared at the back of him, his hands held tight to the railing as he stared off.
    “That’s an everyday occurrence; don’t be surprised if she attacks you tomorrow.” He took a seat. “And that wasn’t mean. It was the fucking truth. She lost her kids, she lost everything.”
    Elle shrugged. “So what, I’m sure they are having a much better time without her.”
    Hart shook his head. “And you call me mean.”
    “You are.” She felt relief as soon as some light came back to his eyes and that impish smile erupted on his lips.
    “Mean will get you far here.” He took the seat beside her. “Especially during visiting hours.”
    Elle raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about my brother?”
    “I’m talking about both of them. You shouldn’t put up with that.”
    She was clueless; it wasn’t like she paid attention to anything they had to say. The only time so far she had cared to listen was the few times her and Hart spoke. She wasn’t about to let him know that though.
    “They don’t mean anything by it,” she said confidently.
    “Oh yeah?” He nodded along with her. “You keep telling yourself that. See if that helps you make it through your first trip down rehab lane.”
    “Are you always so rude?” She stood up as the light in the hallway changed from red to blue indicating visitation was beginning. “Aren’t we all here for the same reasons? From what I understand you just keep coming back.”
    Hart rolled his eyes amused by the comeback she was willing to dish out. It was better than her usual somber self. He watched her head back inside for visitation. He stayed outside long enough to get his visitor to give up and leave so he didn’t have to be bothered.

Chapter 8
     
    Elle tapped her fingernails incessantly watching the visitors enter the room. One in particular lit up at the sight of her. He quickly made his way to the table his sights set on her as she stared across the room.
    She studied Hart closely; he found a spot and pulled out his journal—again. As every table filled with visitors, goose bumps prickled her skin and tears secretly stung her eyes watching Hart all alone.
    “Finally I got the okay from your Mom.” Pauly took the seat across from Elle. “I didn’t think she was ever going to let me up here.”
    She forced her attention on Pauly. “That’s probably because she didn’t want to come herself.”
    Pauly grinned and shifted forward quickly. “Well are you following the rules? Mike said when he was in rehab if you follow the rules they let you out a lot sooner.”
    Elle sighed. “I think there’s a lot more to it than Mike’s interpretation. Besides Mike was in here for pot wasn’t he?”
    Pauly shrugged. “What do you do every day?”
    “Talk. There’s a lot of talking, a lot of them trying to pry my feelings out of me and medication. They seem to think everyone here will be a whole lot better with pills of some kind.” The tapping was back. Pauly placed a hand over hers ending it before she drove him mad.
    “Are you feeling any better?” He squeezed her hand. “It doesn’t seem like it.”
    Elle drifted back to Hart. She watched his pen fly quickly across the paper. She wondered what he was writing. She hadn’t even bothered to start writing since she got there.
    “Who is that?” Pauly asked, he raised an eyebrow