Chapter 87 – One Last Time

Fallon

Sebby was isolated for a few weeks and every day was difficult.

I’d hear him coughing violently and crying for the pain, and my heart would ache. We were allowed to visit at limited times only and only if we wore proper gear; masks, hospital gowns, and gloves. I tried to understand their strict policies, because my son was, after all, not carrying any other illness. It was pneumonia. And it was contagious.

During those hard times, Jett never left my side. And in those times together, we had small talks. About everything.

I discovered he’s been seeing a therapist and getting therapy after getting diagnosed with PTSD. I also shared my clinically diagnosed illness, depression. He shared how he lived the past years—jumping from one country to another, slowly but surely shrugging the Interpol off his tracks and his constant temptations to turn to drug abuse during his darkest times. I could only imagine how heavy of a toll the events took on him.

I felt relieved he was getting treat