The day I got discharged from the hospital was bright and sunny.
Howard carefully supported me, rambling on nonstop about the case's progress.
"The injury report has been filed. There'll be no issue getting the case officially registered. I'll find the best lawyer. You won't need to appear in court yourself."
I had no way to repay him, so I could only say "thank you" over and over again.
But every time I said it, the corner of Howard's mouth drooped a little more.
"Amber, the best way to thank me is to get well soon."
Right after we walked out the gate, Howard and I both stopped.
Steven was standing at the bottom of the steps.
He had lost a huge amount of weight; his suit hung wrinkled on him, as if he had worn it for days without changing.
I knew that while I'd been in the hospit
