Sin was nowhere to be found. They explained to me that I’d been attacked by an intruder, and how I was lucky to be alive. I felt nowhere near lucky. My arm was broken but was healing quite quickly. The doctors were impressed at the improvement of my wounds. I suffered some internal bleeding and had some gashes to my side, but to their amazement I had practically healed all on my own. It was the fact that I was not speaking that worried them. The doctors said it could be caused by the trauma. I had a serious concussion, and they insisted I stayed another week for observation. Since I had no family, there was no one to keep me there or insist on my release. The only person I would speak to was Melanie. She had come to visit on a few occasions, and each time I apologized profusely for her wrecked apartment. She, of course, didn’t care and was more excited for the insurance check she was going to receive. And even more for the insurance agent she’d just started dating. I wanted to ask about Sin, but I knew it was pointless.
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