In my blurred vision, I could only focus on those eyes so strikingly similar to Steven's.
Somehow, I didn't resist.
We went to the hospital to treat my wounds, Howard holding my hand the entire way, waiting quietly by my side.
His broad hand was dry and warm, so comforting that it left no trace of the awkward boy he once was.
The doctor cut open my dress, revealing my bloodstained back.
Howard's face flushed as he slightly turned away.
I grimaced in pain but laughed anyway. Only in moments like these could I connect the man before me with the boy who'd stubbornly refused to call me 'sister.'
I sighed. "I never even heard you call me sister before you grew up."
Howard tightened his grip on my hand, his tone awkward. "I already have one brother."
On the way back to the apartment, fi
