Summer’s Point of View
We were on our way to Steven’s office, riding inside the car. Nana sat beside the driver, and I was in the backseat, quietly gazing out the window. As we passed by a large billboard featuring Amby’s face, my attention was drawn to her fingers, which bore scars.
What happened to her fingers because of me? And why did I do it? My mind was filled with numerous questions, but I couldn’t find any answers.
Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice that we had arrived at the building. It wasn’t until Nana called out to me I get back to my reverie. She was just about to step out of the car when I stopped her. “Nana, you can wait for me here. I might take a while inside as I have to wait in the lobby first.”
Her brow creased as she asked, “Is Mister Steven in a meeting?”
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