Chapter 25

• Owen was asleep when I entered the room, and I had been itching to talk to him. It was for the best though; I didn't know what to say... Was this the best option? Wouldn't it be easier to postpone the conversation until later? It took me a moment to realize that my brother was sitting in the chair. He was sitting in the chair, thinking, not taking his eyes off Owen.
• "Are you okay?" "Yes, we talked, and then he fell asleep. He gets tired easily," my brother replied. "Yes, but the doctor said it was normal." Gregory nodded and then reached out his hand. "Help me up and let's talk." They all conspired together today? I wouldn't be surprised if he already knows what we're up to. This is a male conspiracy, and I object!
• The window in his room was ajar, the noise of cars, the roar of a siren approaching from afar. Every time I heard it, I got sick because it took me back to that day. On the table by my brother's bed was a bouquet of flowers from my colleagues, the flowers were withered, and I should have brought new ones and thrown them away. I helped Greg onto the bed. He'd like to get back to work sooner than lying here all day, but when he found out how much paperwork he'd have to do after the case was over, he decided to take his time and take all the days off he was entitled to. "Richtman can do it," his brother said, chuckling wickedly, "though he'll have to live with the work, but he can do it.