I looked back and there was Oliver, just like always, that hard, serious gaze of his.

“How do you leave the hospital without telling anyone?” he asked, nervous, his voice raised.

“I was going to tell you, sir.” I wiped my tears discreetly.

“When? When you got lost in the city?” he said, irritated.

“I was just getting some fresh air.”

Oliver sat down beside me, which made me a little self-conscious.

“So you turned eighteen and already decided to show your independence?” He stared at me. “You don