The day Amy's fever broke and she was discharged, we headed straight to the small apartment I'd already rented.
Though compact, it was cleanly decorated and fully equipped.
Sleeping in until the sun was high the next morning gave me a sense of peace and security I'd never experienced in my six years of marriage.
Free from the entanglements of the Davises, I picked up the self I'd set aside for six years.
My long-buried top-tier rehabilitation therapist certificate carried immense weight, making the interview smooth from start to finish.
I successfully joined the city's top private rehabilitation center as an exclusive rehabilitation consultant.
With a salary ten times what I'd made before, I had more than enough to support Amy and myself.
Holding my head high, what I received now we
