In the Psychological Counseling Department of Metropolitan Central Hospital, William had canceled all his outpatient appointments, research consultations, and university lectures for the day.
He stayed by Olivia's side without leaving her for a moment, focusing on adjusting that brand-new, sophisticated custom prosthetic.
This prosthetic should have been mine.
It was the rehabilitation slot I had waited for year after year, patiently, my only hope for recovery, the light and salvation in my incomplete life.
Yet, with a simple "she is more fragile," he had secretly swapped it and handed it over to someone else.
Right now, in the rehabilitation room, Olivia sat on the specialized chair, looking fragile, terrified, and uneasy.
"William, I'm scared."
William leaned down, meticulously ad
