Chapter 22

• POV: Edward Harrington
• As we were walking out of the hospital, I carried Clara home to her apartment. I used to carry her around our house all the time. Her little hands would be around my neck and she would be flirting with me playfully. Now she was stiff and unhelpful, like an ice block. The ice block was lighter than ever before. "Clara, you have lost a lot of weight," I whispered.
• She didn't say anything. Whether she was fat or thin didn't matter to me. When she remained silent, I sighed deep. We reached her door, and she took the key and opened it. She rested her weight upon the doorframe. "What I have suffered in this night was all your fault, so I won't thank you. Mr. Harrington, safe return and never see you again!"