"Okay, time's up for today," Dr. Hastings says. "You've come a long way in the past two months." He closes his notebook.

"Wow, has it been that long?" I ask in disbelief.

"Feels longer?"

"Shorter. I'll probably feel differently by the time I get out of here." I laugh.

"I don't think so, you're ready to go home." He smiles "Aren't you excited?"

"No, I mean yes I am. I just wasn't expecting it. I get to go home?"

"Yep, your appetite's back, you're responding well to your medication, you're opening up, everything's looking pretty good."

"So, when?" I hold back tears.

"Your mom is coming to pick you up after dinner." This unbelievable, all my hard work here has finally paid off. I get to go back to my family. This time, nothing will take me away from them. "Congratulations, Gracie." He gets up to shake my hand. I push it aside and hug him.

"Thank you, Dr. Hastings. For everything you've done for me."

I still have to use one of the crutches, my leg doesn't hurt anymore but the whole bottom half is still a little numb, but I make my way back to my room to pack up my things. I'm so happy. I can't stop smiling. I don't remember the last time I felt this good. I make sure to thank all of the nurses on this floor; I even thank the receptionist.

When I first got here, this place felt like a prison. But as I started to get used to it, it became my safe place. No one can hurt me in here, and now that I'm getting out, I'm strong enough that no one will hurt me out there. I might be leaving but I'm taking more than just some pills, I'm taking the knowledge and wisdom that Dr. Hastings and all of the nurses have given me.

Mama comes knocking on my door, I limp over to hug her. Neither of us can stop smiling.

"The new bed arrived last week, and it's set up in the corner by the bathroom," She tells me on the drive home.

"What about Mariana's vanity?"

"She barely used it, we sold it to pay for the bed. The whole room looks so different now. You'll love it."

"I can't wait to sleep in my room again, what's for dinner?" Mama helps me pack up my clothes.

"We can either go out for dinner, or you can choose which take out we get."

"Either's fine, I'm just craving something greasy, all the food here is so-"

"Healthy?"

"I was gonna say bland," I laugh.

"It's so good to see you smile again. I can't wait to have you back home."

"Gracie!" Mariana squeals as I walk through the door on my crutches. "We missed you!"

"I missed you too! Where is everyone?" I look around, the house is empty. "Is something burning?"

"Come on, the kids have a surprise for you." Mama and Mariana help me get outside. Mama covers my eyes, so I don't see anything. I'm half expecting another surprise party, they seem to like those a lot.

"Surprise!" As she moves her hands from my eyes I look right ahead, see the whole family sitting around a little campfire all wrapped in sleeping bags making s'mores.

"We never got to finish our camping trip," Jude says.

"So, we recreated it!" Jesus helps me sit down and hands me a sleeping bag.

"Aw, you guys this is so sweet." I curl up by the fire and start roasting marshmallows with everyone. "Thank you." Callie whips out her guitar and starts playing for us, Mariana sings and Brandon drums on his seat. We talk, we laugh, we sing campfire songs.

Eventually, it's time to get cleaned up for dinner, I've picked a restaurant downtown for us to go to. It's more of a pizzeria. And I got my phone back, I have missed calls from some random number, I'll call back tomorrow. Tonight's about me and my family. The number continues to call me throughout dinner, though.

"Who is that?" Mom looks at my phone.

"I don't know, when I turned it on, I had a bunch of missed calls, should I answer it?"

"Put it on speaker," Mariana says.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is James Peterson, do you remember me?" I take him off speakerphone and go into the bathroom for some privacy, Callie follows me.

"You work for the judge, right? Why are you calling me?"

"I also worked for your grandmother before she passed away," He tells me.

"What does he want?" Callie whispers.

"Shh! Um, I'm sorry I still don't understand why you're calling. Is this about my brother?"

"It's about you, it seems when she wrote him out of her will, she turned everything over to you."

"Gracie, what's he saying?"

"I'm sorry, everything?"

"The property has already been sold, but everything else, her money, family heirlooms, all yours." I'm muted with shock. "Gracie? Are you there?" I'm too shocked to move. Callie takes the phone and puts it back on speakerphone.

"Hi, this is Callie."

"Ah, hello Callie, I was just telling your sister she should be very happy."

"And why is that?"

"She's just become very, very wealthy. Her grandmother left her a large sum of money. I have to be going now, congratulations again to Gracie." Callie hangs up.

"Gracie, you're rich."