POV: Jasmine
I stood before the Leropita Psychiatric Hospital for over five minutes, unable to make a decision whether I wanted to go in or not. The building seemed too cold and clinical, with its pale grey walls and tall glass windows that reflected nothing but the dull, overcast sky. It smelled like rain was coming, the wind carrying the sharp smell of damp pavement and antiseptic. My fingers curled tightly around the strap of my handbag. Would they even let me access Alaric's files? Would I find what I was looking for?
My hands suddenly became clammy, and my heart picked up speed as I stared at the entrance of the hospital.
