CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Within another month, the pains from that night were still prominent. Everything had healed as well as it could, but the stitching in her calf itched all the time and her ribs still ached almost casually even though they were healing as well as the doctors could hope.
Still, she was able to live a somewhat normal life. She had been discharged from the hospital the day after her conversation with O’Malley. She and Rose had moved back into her apartment, grateful to find that a few guys in the A1 had paid to have her window replaced and the apartment cleaned.
The memorial ceremony for Ramirez, Sawyer, and Dennison came and went. It was a touching ceremony and the first time Avery had shown her face since the night by the wharf. Rose had shown her a few posts from f****
