In fact, I was lying.
All the suffering I'd been through was carved into my bones. I would never be able to forget about it.
I looked dazedly at the faint calluses on my hands.
Austin stopped the car. "We're here."
I came to my senses and smiled gratefully at him. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." He got out of the car and walked me to the hospital's entrance.
"Right, you should take this back." I took the suit jacket off, wanting to give it back to Austin.
He stopped me. "No, it's fine."
I looked at him in confusion.
"The nights are really cold now," he said. "You're still sick, so you need it more than I do."
After that, he turned and left.
I watched him dazedly.
Austin was a wonderful person. He was outstanding and gentle. It made me feel somewhat inadequate.
When I got back to m
