After more than half a month in the hospital, Shane Sterling was discharged to recuperate at home.
On the day of his discharge, Isla Prescott went to pick him up.
Shane Sterling was still living in the apartment near Skysea Plaza—the kind with two units per floor served by a single elevator. The two of them took the elevator to the sixth floor. As Isla Prescott pushed Shane Sterling's wheelchair out of the car, she saw the door she used to pass through so often, and a familiar feeling washed over her.
"Which apartment are we going to?" Isla Prescott asked.
"Mine."
"But Justin Wyatt said you've been sleeping in my apartment ever since I moved out."
"He told you that, too?"
Isla Prescott sensed a murderous aura and quickly looked down at Shane Sterling. "You're not going to dock his bonus, are you?"
"First, tell me how you felt after hearing what Justin Wyatt said."
"Well... I was pretty pleased," Isla Prescott admitted honestly.
