Evening Wind Returns to Shore, Peaceful Years with Howard

Phil's childhood friend threw a bowl of hot soup all over me. She was clutching her wrist and crying harder than I was. Phil frowned. "Kayla, why did you dodge? Now you've burned her." I looked down at the blisters rising on my arm. He handed me a napkin. "Just apologize and let it go. Stop making a scene." All of a sudden, none of it seemed worth it. "Phil."