-notice left on your desk as well as a voice mail on your work phone about the unknown whereabouts of Kwon Jiyong-
It was only a formal confirmation. Unfortunately, it had taken a few days for her to become suspicious of the fact that he had in fact left the facility without permission.
His normally scheduled session, as with her other clients, had been canceled Christmas week and she was not holding office hours that week nor present at the facility. She, in fact, wasn’t at Seoul Psychiatric the following week much either. Three days at the most. She spent the holiday and New Year season decorating, setting up guest rooms for her parents to stay in, opening presents with her children and parents, meeting her son’s boyfriend, their best friend. Being a mom and daughter.
But, Hanbyul had become suspicious of Jiyong’s disappearance after he failed to appear for a quick check in on one of the days Hanbyul had worked the week after Christmas. At first, she just chalked it up to him not wanting to leave his room and had given him a pass, informing the nurses and staff to keep an eye on him for the next couple days and check on him. She wouldn’t try and force him out of his room but he would make sure the staff encouraged him to try and be active.
However, when she returned, she was informed that he hadn’t been found in his room or elsewhere on the grounds for that matter. A knot started to grow in the pit of her stomach as she put in the order of investigation, hoping that Jiyong had just found some obscure hidey hold on the grounds to disappear to and that would have to be closed up.
But the longer the investigation took, Hanbyul confirmed it personally for herself that he wasn’t on Seoul Psychiatric property, and hadn’t been for longer than she cared to admit. Regardless of what this said for security at the facility she once thought was respectable, well-grounded, and state of the art, she worried about what it would mean for Jiyong. This was, for lack of better terms, an alternative jail. In lieu of federal prison time, he was sent to the mental facility in the hopes of getting the care he needed for reformation (or be locked away for the rest of his life like the courts wanted).
This wasn’t the first time he had done this and it was becoming quite clear that it wouldn’t be the last.
And it was even more clear they needed to hire more security and implement new, improved security measures.