Andrew Lieberman
After I settled the hospital bill, I returned to pick up Amalia. She was ready, wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt that swallowed her whole. She tied her hair in a messy bun over her head. She looked tired and frail, and I could tell she was moving a bit slower than usual.
"Hey, everything is ready," I said, and she nodded.
I held her hand in mine and picked up the small bag Piper and Nick dropped for her when they found out she would be spending the night.
"Shall we?" I said, and she gave me a small nod.
"Don´t you need to rest for your upcoming game?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I do... and I rest better with you in my arms... Is there a problem?" I asked Amalia, and she sighed.
"Not really..." she bit her lower lip, and I understood some
